It's a foggy day, pot of coffee, today's paper, Billie Holiday on the CD player....... .....and Lincoln's getting hitched. All's well with the world.
Got the coffee too Stan along with a couple of fresh from the chicken egg butties & Gil Scott-Heron playing. Enjoying the calm before hitting Chester (not James) later.
I did chuckle on one of the recent cycle races that had a stage through Norfolk, and someone won the King of the Mountain stage. It must have been a race to see how quick they got over a speed bump.
I know the shops you mean Stan but have no idea if they have a name. I'll make it my mission to find out today, whilst standing outside shops, on my jack, holding carrier bags.
And the 'hand-brake'/'hill-start' in Hull Driving Test is twinned with the '3-point Turn', using the camber of the road. (Potterill Lane is one-way, down-hill!)
Pot of tea, listening to Mott the Hoople in preparation for their reunion tour gig tonight. It's the golden age of rock n roll.
Whenever I hear the similarly titled Morrissey track, I always think of Brid. This is the coastal town that they forgot to close down Armageddon - come Armageddon! Come Armageddon! Come! Everyday is like Sunday everyday is silent and grey.
I have just spent the morning washing, drying and packing away our inflatable hot tub. Bright sunshine but bitter wind, so I decided to wear my 1mm wet suit under an old track suit. I got soaked but kept warm, but my Mrs didn't know whether to laugh or cry! Just as an off topic side note. Some time ago I was given an old scuba diving dry suit. I'm a warm weather scuba diver, although my gear is capable of operating in very cold water, I don't have a suit that is any good below 13 degrees. I can dive but it gets too cold and if the surface layer is 13 the thermocline at 10m will take the temp down to 5-6 degrees. So I could dive in the UK all year round with about £700.00 of Dry suit and thermals. So the chance of a free suit was too good to miss. The bloke who gave me the suit was roughly the same size and shape as me and the suit looked a good fit. I got most of me in up to my chest and then started the hard part, arms and head. This suit was unusual, it had a front cross shoulder zip, where as most cross shoulder suits have zips at the back. One arm in, second arm tighter squeeze but I get it in. Head down and in I go, but the neck seal wouldn't budge either way, the latex had hardened and would not stretch or move, I was stuck with my head in a foot of unyielding latex!! My ams started to get pins and needles as the neoprene bunched at the elbows and cut off circulation. I can hold a breath for a reasonable time, but I was struggling. I managed to get a hand under the neck seal and catch a breath. But now I had another problem, my temperature had soared, my heads still stuck, my circulation is poor and add to that I am cooking! My wife is upset because she is missing Coronation Street whilst Im acting the prat! She gets me a jug of water and pours it into the neck seal to cool my head down, all of the time Im trying to get free to no avail. Out come the scissors and I cut the seal. By this time all strength in my arms has gone, I have lost the feeling in my hands and Im still in the suit. So I rest, with steam coming out of my chest, until I manage to pull the suit off. There is a moral to this tale or so I am told. "If you are going to,try on an old dry suit, make sure someone films it, it would go down a treat on You Tube!"
I enjoyed this Mel, funny as an unexpected loud fart in a job interview. Thought though, why not ask Len Becks to make your diving gear ? He'd make it fit like a glove
Dutch was correct, Chester Rows. Confess though I didn't venture into town, I stayed with my son in law & watched the rugby whilst the birds went shopping.
