Washed out in cleveleys

The NW coastline of England throws a few stunning sunsets each month. Here's one.

Dusk, Blackpool, Friday.

Ch ch ch ch ch changes

1988, London, walking to work listening to Surfer Rosa on cassette. 2012, Blackpool, walking to work listening to Surfer Rosa on spotify.

This is the only wooden cathedral in the world in Almaty Kazakhstan. During the communist era it was used as a musuem of atheism.

A hotel room in Nice, France at dawn.

My first motorbike after passing my test in 1988 was a Honda xbr500. It backfired regularly and loudly (you could hear me coming miles away) so it didn't last long. It looked great though. That's me on it on the right.

Day off. Went for a walk on the beach. Did some gardening. Baked a loaf. Tea with warm bread and strawberry jam is the eighth wonder of the world.

Edward, 10 years old this month. 70 in human years.

Monday. Noon. St Annes On The Sea. England.

I took a walk along Blackpool prom at dusk tonight during my dinner break. This is what I saw.

Tower top in pink

Towering grass sculptures

Big Wheel, Central pier

Central pier

6pm Friday. Blackpool Winter Gardens, deserted.

3pm Friday. Cafe culture Blackpool style.

Dinner. Wednesday.

English dumplings in a French casserole

The tailor will see you now

Day two of two days off but I've got a dicky tummy. Think it was the sea bass yesterday. I don't have food poisoning just a tender tummy. Sweet black tea for breakfast then off to the tailor with some suits to be altered then the beach with Edward then Darren will be home from work and, hopefully, by then I can eat some dinner with him.

Word.

TV

If Mad Men gets any better I'll probably poop myself. Best telly evah!

Kitchens and bathrooms

Why would you spend 40k doing-up your bathroom and kitchen? A place to heat beans up and wash your arse. Some people are rubbish.

Mark Powell

Nearly ten years old.

This blog will be ten years old next month. For the last year or so I had planned to close it down on its tenth birthday but just lately that thought has made me sad so the plan now is to carry on and hopefully start posting words instead of just lazy photos. I do like a plan so fingers crossed I can keep to it.

Darren and I were both off work today so ended up in Lytham having sea bass for lunch and buying chocolates and new shoes. Having lost three stone in the last twelve months I now need to get my Mark Powell suit altered but finding a tailor round these parts is most tiresome. So tiresome that I feel like just buying a new suit (I won't though, it cost a fortune and he doesn't do that cloth anymore).
Dinner tonight is a bag of Alpinis from Thorntons and some tiger (now called giraffe) bread and jam. Fuck knows how I managed to lose three stone.

Fleetwood, Sunday, 7pm

Earl grey with soy milk. Sunday morning.

Chim chiminey chim chim cheroo

Don't worry Mr Vicar, dogs know better. It's cats that love graveyards.

Gravy yard

House of worship/House of deluded dreams

How very English

3 Murano pieces

Midnight on bus 341

Gimme shelter

At the foot of Nicky Nook.