Wednesday 19 February 2014

Back to life, back to rea..... Nah, sod that!

So what have I been up to since we last spoke? Well, lots of this for a start:



And a shed load of gigs. For instance Polkadodge:



and Catfish And The Bottlemen:


Which was at The Leadmill where I lost my sole. Left boot. Spent a good two hours shopping in Sheffield the next day. Had a Father Ted moment in Debenhams before finding a shop that had the foresight to sell size 13 boots. Then off for a trek round Grindleford where I met this fella:


My main assumption from most of this is that I need a camera or a better phone. And then we get to last night which found me in Leeds to see Middleman. We're gonna get a bit crickety now so you may wanna go back to playing candy crush. Hotel I booked backed onto Headingley Cricket Ground, a thus:



Not a great view but that is Mecca for me. There's prettier grounds, Worcester, Chesterfield, Cheltenham for example and there's more impressive grounds, Lords and The Oval but Headingley is where I spent a lot of my youth. More of that later.

Middleman were on fire and pretty much destroyed The Brudenell Social Club. Plus they were delighted to see me and promptly put me on the guest list and we all know I love a good guest list! They just need to get some bigger t-shirts. We better have the obligatory pic:



Post gig I wandered drunken and happy back to the hotel. Past Headingley. Imagine my surprise to see the gates open so off I went. Now I've been drunk at Headingley many times but not at 1am. I'd got halfway round the ground before a security gourd, GOURD? Oh man I so wish security gourds existed! Before a security guard caught up with me. I cant repeat his opening gambit, not in a family blog. Childhood memories I said to the guy not even born when Geoff Boycott retired.  He was left unmoved when I pointed out the spot where the great man asked me to carry his bag, or where Wayne Wendell Daniel (the lesser of the legendary West Indies pace attack of the 70s/80s) refused to sign my autograph book citing he needed mental preparation before hitting me on the head with a copy of Razzle, or the seat I was sat in when Graham Gooch lofted a mighty six straight into my hands that I dropped into the bloke next to me's beer, or where I was stood at a West Indies/Australia world cup game wearing a Windies rosette and Clive Lloyd walked past and called me the whitest West Indian he'd ever seen. And as we walked down the path where Ian Botham politely asked me to get the f**k out of his way once I gave up my protestations. Shame 'cos I've a load more of em! Took this pic tho :-)


I shall return!

Laters

SS

Thursday 6 February 2014

:-(

Just a quickie.

So I've left this:



Moved back to this:



Cancelled this:



But I'm buggered if I'm cancelling this:



!!

SS