The thing is, I thought this were photographed out of a magazine or something, something is a very key word here, Jacob wrote this composition, pretty quickly too, hmmm…
I have never seen so few folks in Leeds train station, that everyday hustle to get through the ticketing to walking through an open gate…
Can you hear that?!
I think it were on platform 3b, its a little on the blurred side of things, my memory was failing big time by then…
My decision to get the last train home from the works party was a huge failure, so I got the first train back in the morning, 6:02 and shortly after this was taken the ticket conductor was rocking my shoulder in Ilkley station, finally got home 7:00 am, just in time to see my neighbour taking the dog out, thankfully I did not try talking…
It really is quite a decision but I must carry on defying the medics, erm, well sort of!
Sometime in the morning, my mind was drifting.
Sometime in the morning, I didn’t need lifting.
Sometime in the morning, standing up sleeping.
Sometime in the morning, times are not weeping.
Things are ok…
Something about this photo, I just love it, it captures a moment that looks like yesterday, it looks very modern yet dressed to the date.
A thought is simply to get this blown up to an A3 size and get the quality on my wall, absolutely loving it, not to forget Marilyn though…
My Washburn J3 through my Fender 212R sounds brilliant, video to follow but it even looks good.
Just look but don’t touch, in fact don’t even look at it, ha, well it is something like that in Spinal Tap, great movie, everyone should watch it and view all the stuff going on in the background.
My idea is to jump on public transport to open mic nights, with the J3, Bluesbreaker pedal and two leads, and so if it is an unplugged night I don’t plug in, if its plugged then I rock it up a little, a little lot, or a lot of little distortion, or just crank it up.
Its here, its time, its time to remind myself and let common sense prevail somewhat, sussed out what to wear…
I was going to go into work without my rucksack as I did not want to take it or a coat, im going straight to the party after work so I will be taking the rucksack with the wool jumper in it, once there I can put my raincoat into it, and put the jumper on if need be.
Since starting work I really have felt oddly better, but I must remember my skin, lungs and eyes can be quite dreadful in the cold – and hot! looking forward to my first works Christmas party in a long time, and with many more to come, I just can not wear, or drink what my mind tells me to…
And I best not wear this Czech military coat for work just yet, if anyone feels cold in one of these then stay at home, its mega warm, looks too new so once worn in I may dare to venture into work with it.
As can be seen on my site, I love colours; hats, socks and scarves, today I realised something was missing;
You see, today on the bus to Ilkley train station I realised I had been ignoring some vital areas for clothes, and that it is the works Christmas party on the night of Friday 7th Dec, tomorrow! hmmm, never have I had nice ‘undies’ and so my first three pair, its going to be a hard decision which to wear yet, erm, nope, on this occasion you will not see me with the on, oh… Just to say they are from Burtons, 95% cotton and feel great!
Obviously as the cold creeps in, through, and out of us then the steps can also become dangerous…
What appears here is the ice and snow, but, oh no all is not what these slippery steps seem! too much salt almost cost me a slippery stumble down some steps, yes its salt – in huge dosages, hang on, falling down steps? I could reply to the daily text messages and phone calls asking me to claim for the accident I never and will not have!
So much is mentioned about folks getting the five per day, erm, obviously not sex, that would be more like one per five years! no, the mind drifts, im talking the biggest best salad sandwich that will give you between two and three of your five per day, just follow these messy guidelines, all for about £2 and you wont go wrong!
All you need is four slices of long lasting type brown bread, wholemeal I think its called, hmmm, all supermarkets call it differing names – obviously! oh, and butter a side each, not both sides now, and just throw loads of sweet crispy salad on there, don’t be shy!
These salad sandwiches are nice and fat, the problems now start with just trying to drop them into the tub, they do slide about a little due to the quantity of the honey and mustard dressing, but it only has a couple of days before it turns to penicillin and so you well understand that it needs using, using up…!
The end game would result in one winner, the lid with the sheer force on my helping it, these are huge and tasty sandwiches, can you smell them, hmmm, oh, its my chicken and mash in the oven.
I know, I know, Ok! but it tasted gorgeous, its really not something to mix, never mind a huge amount of it, yes cold slow slapped massively on the side of my curry – home cooked! my mouth is watering just thinking about it, try it, go on, just do it…
Maybe it’s just me, I probably have posted this before, but the reminders that this is the closest I have got to this shape in the last four years, three months, one week and, erm, I certainly are not counting but a hand helps!
, read the Blues in Britain magazine review or listen to my BCB Radio interview.