Dewsbury is not my favourite place for various reasons but it has one saving grace — the railway station, and the excellent pub which is attached. I didn’t have time to visit that establishment today but no matter. The little girl stepped out from between the pillars at the right moment. And she’s being good, not going over the yellow line and all that.
Attended a gig for the first time in ages. A sign of how it has become, as I have aged: gig behaviour now is to arrive early and grab the seats (or in the case of the Deaf Institute, ‘seats’) at the back, out of the way but with a good view. The guy on the left is reading a book for heaven’s sake. But like me, perhaps he has been waiting some 32 years to see Loop play live. This is a band that last year, released their first studio album in 31 years, so they attract a patient crowd.
Some pass by, some stand still, but we are all eventually heading somewhere else than King’s Cross station. I waited out my 20 minute train delay on the walkway above the main concourse, offering the chance to take this angle on it all.
Richmond Street, Manchester. Overnight I have cogitated on a possible pithy commentary for this one and none springs to mind so let me allow the photo to stand on its own for a change…
God I spend a lot of time at Copenhagen airport. I mean, it’s not a bad airport as these things go, but it’s still an airport, thus essentially soulless. Extra hour’s delay today as well.
Yes, I know I could have sat six inches to the left and got the symmetries on this shot exactly right, but there was a large Scandinavian bloke sat there and anyway I couldn’t be entirely obvious taking this. If I hadn’t pointed it out you wouldn’t have noticed it anyway… right?
Being 42 