So we now have two VW vans. It’d be good if the new one lasts as long as its older brother.


So we now have two VW vans. It’d be good if the new one lasts as long as its older brother.
£20 surcharge. For a dog that doesn’t piss indoors. I understand that dogs can be messy and I’m happy to pay a bit more to be able to take the hound with us.
But I’m sure that people leave a room in a worse mess than our dog will.
She’s had pizza (and a beer) and will now sleep for ages.
She’s cute as fuck too.
I’m currently watching a film I last saw at the age of around four or five. I had recurring nightmares for several years afterwards, with no recollection of actually seeing the film.
The dreams were a distant memory, randomly triggered now and again. As a teenager, it was pretty vague, the remnants of dreams rather than an event.
By adulthood, I’d obviously realised I’d seen a film that’d scared the shit out of me as a little kid. But I’d not come across the film, so there was a small element of doubt; I could have imagined it (I had a pretty good imagination back then).
Anyway, the film does exist.
There’s stuff that isn’t in the film, but that was probably down to that child imagination and, well, dreams.
The film’s a bit rubbish by the way. But God knows why I was watching it at that age.
Following the arrival of replacement fabric for the van’s pop-top, the dog and I had a walk to the storage yard with it, yesterday.
It was strangely warm inside the van, so we rested before our return home.
I’d forgotten that we’d left festival beer in the van.
Facing the problem of not being able to install an exterior condenser unit, we visited some micropubs in town to take a look at their cellar setups.
The guys from One More Than Two brewery dropped this off with a cask today.
A mad but so funny thing to do.
A proper pub dog deserves proper bar service.
So, we went to a festival; Northern Kin. Delayed over a year and relocated, but it was good to have some sort of normality.
While it’s a small scale festival and the line-up wasn’t exactly amazing, it was a lot better than I’d expected.
I hope they keep to the same formula next year.
The dog seemed to have a good time too.
She even made a festival friend.
It seems I’ve been granted a premises license.
Which feels weird since we don’t actually have a premises.
A huge step though.
After a pretty huge delay due to Covid, Elbow happened the other night.
A second gig in two weeks, with Idles last week. Two very different bands, but two equally brilliant gigs.