Or backache for life! Day one of this weekend’s races in Huddersfield, and we were woefully short-handed in the Finish Funnel. But the band of cadets worked heroically, augmented by random people coming in to help when they could. The trouble (for me) was that I had to keep reaching down to my left to […]
Facebook. What’s the fuss?
Okay, I’ll give it a go. Everyone else seems to be joining.
Peaks 3, Sheep… several thousand, probably
Well, the ‘kids’ were tackling the Three Peaks in the Yorkshire Dales this weekend. Camping over last night, then starting at 8am this morning.
Not me, of course; I got the train out of Leeds just before 11am, with the intention of meeting them for lunch near Inglebrough an hour or so later. Naturally, the train was late, and I caught up with them just as they were heading out onto the second peak, but still managed to hand over the camera and new camcorder, then find the minibus which was looking after the first set of retirees. Which then headed off to The Old Hill Inn, for lunch, a few beers and a wait to meet them off the second hill, before going back into Horton-in-Ribblesdale and waiting for the intrepid explorers to do the final hill.
Now, that’s *my* idea of hill-walking!
Mays Days
For different reasons, early May sees a lot of anniversaries.
Democracy in action
Polling Day today – one of my favourite days in the calendar.
Think about it: it’s the only time you, the elector, is asked to actually take part in the political process. And it’s the one time you actually get to feel connected to political life. You walk to your local polling station, get your polling slip and cast your vote. Who needs postal voting? This is just so much more involving.
A long and winding road
Back to TASC with a dear friend, and we noticed a change…
Dancing Queen
Well, it was the Big Party last night, and some unlucky souls didn’t quite make it, so there was plenty of food left over. And getting people to dance was a nightmare sometimes.
But them that came seemed to enjoy themselves!
I, of course, as your genial host, never quite got around to having a sane or sensible conversation with anyone, including my family. And, as event organiser (must add that to my CV), I was the first one in and the last one out (after paying the bar tab), so I couldn’t even get all that drunk. Which is a shame in a way, but I did get loads of belated pressies, mainly rum, but also two bottles of champagne (bad news for when Pam next visits, she’ll have to drink half) and some red wine, some German liqueurs and a kettle (thanks, Charmaine).
The lesser-spotted furry caterpillar
I don’t think I’ll be following this new trend for facial hair…
Fit, fab & forty!
Oh well… one out of three ain’t bad!
Apparently, I share my birthday with Therese Russell and Spike Lee (both 50), Holly Hunter, Steve McFadden, William Hurt, Vera Lynn, Michael Redgrave, Sergei Rachmaninoff, Henrik Ibsen and Ovid. And lots of other people, too. And Einstein published his General Theory of Relativity today in 1913.
And my lovely colleagues, bless them, raided this very web site for pictures to stick up on the walls around the office and lifts. Gosh, but it looks good!
Go, go, gadget arms!
Time to get myself a little something to play my digital music on. But what?