Friday 24th February 2012, 8.00pm (day 183)
Back home. Was supposed to be going out in Manchester tonight but the gig was postponed, or cancelled, or I got the date wrong, or something. Anyway, when that happens, that’s what locals are for.
Being 42
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George, the barmaid
Friday 10th February 2012, 5.35pm (day 169)
Friday evening, end of the week; doesn’t matter how busy I am, I don’t work Friday nights or at all on Saturdays.
Friday evening is George’s [Georgina’s] night on the bar in the Railway. Cheers, George. Mine’s a pint of Black Sheep.
Juke Box, Railway Inn, Hebden Bridge
Tuesday 6th December 2011, 5.45pm (day 103)
The Juke Box Is Your Friend.
This one’s pretty good. There’s no Joy Division, Spiritualized. Ministry, Santana, LCD Soundsystem, Pink Floyd, Lard, or Can. But there is plenty of Led Zeppelin, The Who, The Stones, the Doors, Bowie, and occasional outbreaks of the Temptations, the Sex Pistols, Primal Scream and other positives. I invest three or four quid a week in it. It’s money well spent.
The front room, Railway Inn
Friday 18th November 2011, 4.30pm (day 85)
Took a few reasonable photos today but if you want one to really encapsulate the day then here it is. Beer. In front of a real fire. This is how I want to spend my Friday evenings after work, and today, I did.
The back door of the Railway Inn, Hebden Bridge
Wednesday 19th October 2011, 4.20pm (day 55)
A day swamped with bad vibes but by the end I had found out the probable cause. Not a pleasant thing at all but not something which affected me directly. At that point I was glad I was able to join friends down at the pub.
I must have come through this back door at least twice a week on average for the last ten years but it’s nice to see it with a fresh eye now and again.
Watching Brighton v Leeds in the Railway
Friday 23rd September 2011, 8.40pm (day 29)
God, it’s been a busy week. Even something like the Hippodrome seems a month ago. Came back from work late and knackered but instead of doing the sensible thing and going straight home I went and watched my lot on TV for the second time in 48 hours – my lot being Brighton, and as I live in West Yorkshire, I did so in a pub full of Leeds fans. At least they know me. 2-0 down after 25 minutes, we went 3-2 up with five minutes to go: buggers still equalised though didn’t they. Final score 3-3. I need to sleep.
Clare
Friday 9th September 2011, 5.30pm (day 15)
After 6 days of work, I finally reach the weekend. After 6 days of rain, the sun finally comes out. And it’s about time I put a photograph of the wife up here.
Being 42 