August 2009
5 posts
That time o' year again
This afternoon, I returned to my house, smelly, itchy and mildly sunburnt. I had clearly just returned from Reading Festival.
I won’t bore you with a long, detailed account of the weekend, but here are some key moments.
Since we paid a bit extra, our tent had already been put up for us, we had nice toilets, access to plugs and hair styling equipment and our campsite was nice and...
Newcastle, like. Part 2.
Tuesday.
We decided the night before to have a relatively early start and go to check out some scenic sites in the area. Neither of these plans particularly went to… plan.
We ended up leaving at about half eleven, following one road, northbound. About an hour later, we arrived at Bamburgh castle. This was also about the same time that it started raining. We took shelter in the cafe to see...
Newcastle, like.
So, I’m currently in Newcastle visiting my Mum. We (my two brothers and I) drove up yesterday afternoon. Along the way we listened to the Curb Your Enthusiasm soundtrack, which was funny but quite bizarre. We also listened to ‘Pea Green Boat’ by Stewart Lee, which is essentially extracts from the diary of the Owl in Edward Lear’s poem ‘The Owl and the Pussycat’....
Windscreen chip repair man
Outside work, there’s this guy who sits under a little gazebo thing in the car park and can repair any chips in your windscreen for free. Well, sort of. It goes through your insurance I think.
He gets little to no business and yet he sits there, day in, day out, 9 to 5.
The guy before him was called Ahmed. I think. We might have just given him that name, I’m not sure. He was like the...
S'been a while
Sorry, original blog. You must feel neglected, like a child who’s just had a younger sibling brought into the world. And that younger sibling is http://georgeandcruden.tumblr.com, by the way.
The new blog is going nicely. It’s fun and works as good practice for regular writing. I only really updated here every week or so, but writing something every other day is great practice. It...
