This snap is of our backstreet last night amidst a fresh fall of snow. The Council turn off a lot of minor road streetlights of an evening now for a few hours which I like. Saving energy, yea but it also its nice to have a bit of proper ish darkness outside. Especially due to the weird light reflecting properties of snow, it was bright dark last night, when I took the dog out for a quick stroll when I got in. Beautiful.
So prior to that, last night was fun night #2 out of 3 in a row with Al. Recorded a RifeRadio show (goes out tonight on Harrogate Alternative Radio, 8:GMT) then trotted into town for a couple of beers. Ended up at The Blues Bar for last orders after a scoop in The Den (aka the ‘where Crabtrees pub was pub’). Spoke at length to my neighbor and excellent drummer Don in The Den, then Matt, an acquaintance of old, and good drummer, in the blues. Drumtastic.
On the way home did good deed for the day by seeing what was up with a girl who was crying her eyes out on her own near the cenotaph. Young pup, maybe 16 / 17. She’d gotten smashed and all her mates had left her in town. Parent instincts kicked in and before long her brother had been phoned and she was parked in MacDonald’s. Poor lamb.
I’m about to make some mighty Mac cheese. Felix (eldest son and staunch cheese hater) is away on a sleepover, so were going to have a right cheese fest before installing a babysitter and heading out again to an album launch party in Leeds.
How is it possible to hate Cheese?