We went to see my mate, and Glastonbury companion, Karl play in town the other night. While I had work the following day, and so only had a couple of pints of (very nice) beer, I really enjoyed the evening. As did my second in command.
And it was great to catch up with Karl and Michelle, another Glastonbury fellow camper. My second in command and Michelle also discussed broken legs.
Money. We need it, all of us. But a few years ago, on 17 April 2010, someone took quite a bit of money from my house. I wasn’t aware of this until a few weeks later, though, because the money was just sitting there in its special place.
And then it was gone. I did the knee jerk thing and questioned (blamed) as to whether an obvious person (no one else had been in the house at the time, or so I believed), had taken it. They hadn’t, of course. I knew that too, so I felt bad that I’d questioned their integrity.
I wasn’t present at the time, but a few weeks ago I learned more about the events of the day. I won’t go into detail because. Well, because.
Then, a couple of days ago, something happened that made me think about events of six and a bit years ago. All the pieces of the jigsaw slotted together and I realised what had happened.
It was somewhat disturbing, but (I like to look for the positive in life) I’m glad it’s resolved. Well, resolved in that I’m pretty sure as what happened that morning.
As for the money that went missing, It was in my house so I replaced it.
This probably doesn’t make a lot of sense. Mostly because I don’t want to go into detail about the event or the people around at the time.
Anyway, it’s in the past where it belongs. I had a nice day today.
No, it’s not a Vic Reeves & the Wonder Stuff thing. I’m feeling somewhat dizzy because my second in command wanted to go to our local for food.
I’d mostly avoid eating anything cooked in my local (but the food this weekend is cooked elsewhere). Seriously, it’s really nice.
We had a lovely afternoon though.
This weekend, our local has a Mexican food festival and I’d recommend taking a look. Naturally, I’d recommend the meat free options.
Or a Moretti. I’m back from a retirement do at Heworth golf club, a bloke called Neil. A nice bloke. he’s only a year older than me. Which makes me realise that, when the mortgage is paid off in six months, I could afford to do the same.
But maybe not, since I need to pull together some funds for the Sodhouse Bank Brewery (the shed).
The end is in sight though.
In my local for a nightcap.
We’re just back home after a couple of days in Europe Peebles. I’d never been before and was somewhat surprised to find that it’s pretty gorgeous.
The locals (in the locals) we met were lovely; there were even a couple of expats northeasterners (one from Newcastle and another from Gateshead).
We were quite intrigued by the Beltane festival, which apparently has its roots in Brussels mediaeval Europe.
We spent much of yesterday in the capital Edinburgh. Regrettably, the cool graveyard was closed, but it’s great to see restoration in progress. The view from the hill was still pretty impressive though.
While in Edinburgh, we had a quick pint (Punk IPA) in the World’s End pub before heading back to Peebles.
Back in Peebles, we went to the Bridge Inn, after which I saw a familiar creature.
While I don’t have a picture to hand, I’m pretty sure that such things exist outside Europe in London, by the Thames.
Also, when in the Bridge, I visited a urinal which appeared to have once belonged to Adam Ant.
We’d have remained stayed in Europe Peebles longer, but we have a date with a goddess in town this evening.
I voted to leave the European Union. I didn’t try to persuade anyone else to do so and kept my views to myself. However, I’ve been disappointed with the number of people who made a point of forcing their views on me and, now that the UK has decided, are using social media to insult what is, in effect, the majority. A small majority, I acknowledge, but that’s how democracy works; a majority is a majority.
Contrary to the many comments I’ve read on social media, I don’t fit their profile for the majority. I’ve worked all my life and never claimed a penny from the state. I’m educated; I have two degrees.
I love Europe, I like the culture(s) and adore the beer. I simply don’t want to see the UK lose control of its future. I’m not racist, but I do believe that EU migrants shouldn’t be filling the low paid jobs that UK nationals won’t take because they feel that state benefits are a better proposition.
I voted to leave the EU. Had the majority been in favour of remaining within the common market, I would have accepted the UK’s decision with grace.
I have a new follower on Twitter. A man unknown to me. On looking at his profile, I Found that he follows many people named Gary Moore.
I’m unsure as to whether I should find this creepy.
While at university some time ago, I became friends with a couple of gentlemen. After graduation, we committed to regular reunions, both planned and opportunist. In this we were successful for several years, but one of our number was lost a while back (lost as in contact). Yesterday, involved a partial reunion of the more random kind, although we remain one man short.
I was surprised, although I’m not sure why, that Whitley Bay golf club is actually quite nice. My second in command were there for Maria’s 50th birthday; Peter’s wife, for anyone who doesn’t know. It was a very nice party and it was a real shame that that we needed to leave early because my second in command has work in the morning. There would have been pictures of Peter’s unusual dance moves, but they were all too blurry.
Yesterday evening was spent mainly in the Dun Cow, in Bournmoor, in the company of old men.
It was an excellent evening which, as usual, passed too quickly. While the beer was questionable, the company and conversation were exceptional. My cab home delivered me to the Tuns for a nightcap. Which became three. Well, the fruit wheat beer and rhubarb cider were too nice to resist.
While there, I bumped into Lewis, the mate of the other local Gary Moore. He found the selfie my namesake had taken the night we met, on Facebook (which I don’t use), and mailed it to me.
My namesake is the one taking the picture, then on the right are Lewis and Fred.