We’ve relied on this local DIY shop since we moved to Gateshead.
You could get pretty much anything from the place. We’ve bought plaster, cement, tile adhesive, wood, plywood, chipboard, silicone, bolts, screws, nails, paint, varnish, padlocks, and a door (we’ve certainly missed something).
While feeling tired after a shift a few days ago, and not wanting to put any real effort to find something on TV, I defaulted to Netflix.
I randomly picked George Gently, about which I knew absolutely nothing, it having passed me by when it was aired on whatever channel it was aired.
I’d not previously known that the series was set in the Northeast, in the 60s. It’s not particularly good, or indeed bad, but I’ve continued to watch now and then because it’s easy viewing. And, perhaps, there’s the northern nostalgia.
It must be pretty difficult creating 1960s scenes sixty years after the fact.
Here’s an example. From memory, plastic drainpipes didn’t exist in 1964; at least not in the Northeast. And those boxed-in external meter cupboards didn’t start appearing until the 70s. The house door’s not very clear in the picture, but I’m pretty sure that’s an 80-90s door. I could be wrong.
And now an Italian army surplus jacket from the 80s. They were quite fashionable, being more modern than most surplus in the 80s.
I’m sure I’ve written about rust in the past. But when you’re daft enough to buy an old van, that’s what you get.
So, a few years ago, we had a scrape.
And then we opened a bar, so we didn’t check on the van often enough. The cover had blown off that particular corner in a storm and the damaged bit was exposed for a few months.
Which resulted in.
It looks bad, but it was a lot worse. Fortunately, panels are available.
After failing to take into account the drying time for the new cement screed, the first couple of coats of paint on the shed walls took ages to dry due to the dampness in the air.
It’s looking better after the third coat, but there’s still a lot of work to do before the shed can be used for anything.
Yesterday was spent in York, in several bars, before seeing Nathaniel Rateliffe and the Nightsweats at the Barbican.
We’d planned to see them in Leeds a couple of years ago, but the gig was cancelled on the day.
They were insanely good, better than expected.
One added bonus on the day was a pint of unfined Jaipur in the York Tap. This one was a DDH version, so I’ve still not tried the original, which is fined with isinglass.