I could probably go and find out, via the magic of looking for the relevant LJ entry, when I first found the Berkeley Arms. However it was probably a disturbingly long time ago and I would be left wondering what the hell I was thinking in the interim years. Whatever it was, it didn't add up to 'We should totally visit that pub on a warm evening and ( Read more... )

I am not a natural camper. I'm probably an unnatural camper because the sight of middle-aged blokes in shorts, long socks and brogues clambering out of a caravan at 8AM leads me to question my life choices, rather than nod in an English way and go polish the Caravan Club badge on the front of the car ( Read more... )

For whatever reason, we tend not to 'do' Sunday Pub Lunch when visiting Ma. Mostly because when I was growing up Ma & Pa really really didn't care for that sort of thing. And, later, I'm not sure I ever got quite used to trooping into some random boozer, having Pa go 'No, I really don't think so. Do you?' and then all trooping out again ( Read more... )

You know, I can't remember the last time I sat somewhere quiet and outdoors, talking rubbish until well past dark. It's a rubbish state of affairs, and something must be done.

Being the first day of the year when one can beetle home from work in the light.

(Later than previous. There was a weekend and my way home is all a bit multi-modal these days.)

( Bath. River bank, gasometer, box girder bridge, part-redeveloped industrial wasteland where they used to make all the dock-cranes in the world, distant spire. )

I am mostly asleep and the weather is far too good for being indoors, so I went for a post-lunch wander. I accidentally the tradesmen's entrance of Jolly's and found myself deep in the underwear department, which was all a bit Father Ted ( Read more... )

scott_lynch Nails it.Midsummer observances thus far seem to have involved presenting Ma with a tub of Coriander. Tub previously contained a currant bush (You can do your own Eddy jokes) which is now hopefully having a bit of a grow next to the pond. This back-and-forth of containers reminds me of (Amiga)demoscene disk-trading, but then many things remind a ( Read more... )

Some number of years ago, I rambled on here about a trip up to Easy Runner for the purchase of proper running shoes because a decent pair of same are splendidly comfortable and last for a sensible number of years. (See the Sam Vimes theory of economic injustice ( Read more... )

I really think, on balance, that I should do a lot more sitting outside in bright sunlight, drinking beer and talking rubbish ( Read more... )

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