Friday 14th November 2014, 5.10pm (day 1,177)
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: pub
Shelley looks after the fire
Friday 7th November 2014, 4.20pm (day 1,170)
Steve’s birthday party
Thursday 6th November 2014, 8.40pm (day 1,169)
Closed pub, Grafton Street
Tuesday 4th November 2014, 1.10pm (day 1,167)
This pub sits right on the edge of the university campus. But obviously not in a well-frequented enough spot. This is my photography with the ‘social realist’ hat on.
Watching the 2:40 at Ascot
Saturday 4th October 2014, 2.45pm (day 1,136)
Some pubs are football pubs but some devote their Saturday afternoons to the horse racing. We found ourselves in Keighley this afternoon and, after finishing our duties, as we do, gravitated to the nearest pub — with the bonus that this was about the first chance in my life that I had to sample the products of the Timothy Taylor brewery in the town of its origin. The Boltmakers’ Arms became the pub of choice — and very fine it was too.
The front room at the pub
Sunday 21st September 2014, 4.20pm (day 1,123)
Fifth day in a row in which I have gone no further from my house than a quarter-mile away. Third day in five in which the picture of the day has been a pub. Such has been my life since Wednesday morning. It’ll change tomorrow. At least the sun came out today, and we had something other than all the recent gray crap.
Back of the White Lion
Friday 19th September 2014, 7.20pm (day 1,121)
There has been no weather for days now. No rain, no sun, no real clouds even, just this grey pall stuck over the world. Worst possible photography light. So here we are, with the help of some artificial illumination here’s today’s shot of a pub — you’ll be thinking I spend all my time in these places. *cough*
Self-portrait in beer pump
Wednesday 17th September 2014, 9.05pm (day 1,119)
Tough assignment today. Working at home on a flat, grey day. So little to inspire that I was reduced to this attempt at an original self-portrait, which is OK I guess.
A drink after work
Wednesday 10th September, 5.10pm (day 1,112)
Spectacularly gorgeous day today in Stavanger, as nice a day of weather as I’ve experienced anywhere. I was not the only one thinking that the best way to end the working day was to sit outside in the sun and enjoy a beer. Taken outside the ‘Dickens’ pub (so called because Charles Dickens was not Norwegian and probably never came to Stavanger in his life).
Sunset outside the Railway
Wednesday 13th August 2014, 7.05pm (day 1,084)
After a day working in Manchester, which did not succeed in inspiring me, I came home via the usual haunt and, frankly, just started pissing about with the camera. But I quite like this one. Maybe it’d be better without the pole growing from the guy’s head, but then again it also gives it that little extra surreal touch.
Being 42 