Thursday 18th May 2023, 5.35pm (day 4,284)
No comments to add to this one. Just a portrait of a friend.
Geri, portrait
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
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Dancing breaks out
Wednesday 10th May 2023, 7.15pm (day 4,276)
For those drinkers that prefer to start earlier, 7.15pm is getting towards the hazy stage of the evening. Whatever party was going on in the other room, at this point it spilled out into our part of the pub, at least for a short time.
Diamond and Hugo (pack members)
Wednesday 3rd May 2023, 5.35pm (day 4,269)
The group of humans and dogs who, on sunny afternoons like this one, generally are to be found occupying the seats out the front of the Railway Inn, are very much a pack. And for the canine members, like Diamond (in black livery) and Hugo, this is just fine, it fits their view of the world and each other. I like this portrait, it seems to sum up their character. I am letting it off the blob of flare on Diamond’s neck, too, which does not seem to detract too much.
Hugo no-go
Monday 17th April 2023, 10.40pm (day 4,253)
It’s approaching chucking out time on Monday night in the White Swan but Hugo doesn’t want to go anywhere. He’s quite comfy, thank you.
Beer abstract
Saturday 8th April 2023, 12.55pm (day 4,244)
A week off work thus far, and, including today, three days still to come. Perhaps I could have made more of an effort today, but beer was certainly a constitutive part of Saturday 8th April 2023, so let’s celebrate it.
The 33/45 bar, Barcelona
Tuesday 4th April 2023, 8.25pm (day 4,240)
I don’t feel that I have captured the social aspects of this city, which are considerable, and pleasant. What a nice place, perhaps I will never be back before I die, but if not — (as with many other places, like Saigon and Tallinn and Berlin) — that will be a shame. Viva Barcelona. There are many worse places to hang out.
Gus and Bille outside
Monday 27th March 2023, 5.05pm (day 4,322)
This amount of light, sunshine and relative warmth at 5pm are definite signs of spring. The equinox is past us, the nights are only getting longer. Not that Gus looks all that happy about it.
Guarding breakfast
Sunday 12th March 2023, 8.55am (day 4,217)
The house pooch of the Star Inn, Penzance, doesn’t necessarily take his guard dog duties all that seriously, at least not where the breakfast buffet is concerned. Then again I was the only guest, so presumably he’d decided I was legitimate.
Bod bar, Stoke station
Tuesday 28th February 2023, 6.00pm (day 4,205)
And so ends February 2023, a varied month for me, some very interesting periods and some deadly dull ones. Photographically, it ends in a pub on Stoke-on-Trent station, mainly for lighting reasons. Though the beer was quite good too.
A spot to read
Tuesday 7th February 2023, 4.50pm (day 4,184)
The weather this week: long spells of heavy reading, becoming marking; some intervals of lighter reading. When this report was written, in 1985, it was commentary. Now, it’s history. Same words, different perspective.
Being 42 