The last two nights of my road trip have been spent at the home of friends Pegs and Dan Bailey, who live in a remarkable house, of which I was immediately envious. The name ‘The Round House’ is entirely literal, and this is the main interior stairway, from the bottom, looking up. Thanks to them for the hospitality — and the photo opportunity in the morning. The rest of the day was spent driving home.
The square reflected in the roundel, these posts standing outside the Shoulder of Mutton pub, happily reopened, after not just the c*r***v**** crap but the floods of Feb 9th as well. You see, we need economic activity here. Which is why this new ‘local lockdown’ has had no discernible effect at all.
This is a kind-of self-portrait: look closely enough into the mirror and I’m there in the background.
With the closure of the Contact Theatre cafe, adjacent to my office, for all of 2018, Café Muse (at the Manchester Museum) has become the nicest place nearby to buy a lunch. I like this back room, with its tiles and incongruous porthole-style windows. A cool spot to hang out as the tropical weather continues.
Being 42 