Greatest Weekend Int World. Ever.
Well that was the weekend that was. I’m still recovering…
Did Manchester city centre (several times) and marvelled at (1) how much it had changed and (2) how you don’t realise you miss the place till you see the old red bricks.
Did Blackpool Pleasure Beach and enthused over (1) the beach and rides and (2) the cockles in vinegar that still taste of sand…
Went to the ‘Doctor bloody Who exhibit and squeeeed at (1) The Brown Suit, Dalek Sec, a Judoon centurion, K-9 (“K-9!”), The Face of Boe (who was nearly as tall as me), and (2) deflated once we saw the shop out back and realised Amazon were the way to go after all.
And of course, we did the main attraction. The star pull. The reason for going through all them train journeys and changes in dirty, filthy, smelly, rainy London. Oh yes.
The Arctic Monkeys playing Lancashire County Cricket Ground
(otherwise known as Old Trafford Cricket Ground, to you and me).
They were fab - how could they not be? I cannot describe how much fun we had, me and Granny W. I cannot begin to write about it all.
Well clearly I can, but this is where I’m stopping fert rest. I’ll get all this down later, either here or on me sister-ship. Right now I’m going to check through all me stuff to find some nice pics.
More to come when I’ve sorted me life out, charged all my stuff that I ran down while I were away having a whale of a time, and basically worked out which photos to show!
Soopytwist then. I’m off for a hyowj coopa tea.
Did Manchester city centre (several times) and marvelled at (1) how much it had changed and (2) how you don’t realise you miss the place till you see the old red bricks.
Did Blackpool Pleasure Beach and enthused over (1) the beach and rides and (2) the cockles in vinegar that still taste of sand…
Went to the ‘Doctor bloody Who exhibit and squeeeed at (1) The Brown Suit, Dalek Sec, a Judoon centurion, K-9 (“K-9!”), The Face of Boe (who was nearly as tall as me), and (2) deflated once we saw the shop out back and realised Amazon were the way to go after all.
And of course, we did the main attraction. The star pull. The reason for going through all them train journeys and changes in dirty, filthy, smelly, rainy London. Oh yes.
The Arctic Monkeys playing Lancashire County Cricket Ground
(otherwise known as Old Trafford Cricket Ground, to you and me).
They were fab - how could they not be? I cannot describe how much fun we had, me and Granny W. I cannot begin to write about it all.
Well clearly I can, but this is where I’m stopping fert rest. I’ll get all this down later, either here or on me sister-ship. Right now I’m going to check through all me stuff to find some nice pics.
More to come when I’ve sorted me life out, charged all my stuff that I ran down while I were away having a whale of a time, and basically worked out which photos to show!
Soopytwist then. I’m off for a hyowj coopa tea.