Good weather means motorcycles along the seafront - this weekend it's mostly men in their 50's and 60's wearing elaborate leathers and expensive sunglasses, their motorbikes look very retro and authentic, and expensive - I expect they all work in advertising.
When did toothpaste become so expensive - a simple tube is up to £4.00, and they don't last more than a few days.
I was supposed to be at an event last night - I managed to get as far as the front door, but changed my mind. I'd had something approaching a confrontation after having a load of my work mis-credited (again) and I could feel something bubbling up inside me that made me think I should keep away from people and alcohol for a while. I generally feel bad enough about myself most f the time anyway - having that 'I've been walked all over again' feeling was particularly strong yesterday. I'm compensating by spending today at home and watching a film for about the 400th time - I suppose like most people I feel a lot safer at home, same principle with the repetition of re-watching something. Not in the mood for the challenge of anything new.
While I was out yesterday - I saw the strangest sight, my local MP wandering aimlessly about on the seafront looking quite disorientated, I have a feeling she probably thought the same about me.
Here she is, I have a feeling that's the only jacket she owns - never seen her in anything else.
One other thing I saw was a Ford Escort - I remember them as a kid, they were everywhere - and roundly mocked as ugly, cumbersome cars, none of my school friends would admit to their family owning one. I think it was something to do with the clumsy headlights. This one had a modified estate section that seemed to clip off and looked like a hearse - it had a sign on in the window, apparently there is an Escort Appreciation Society - frankly - I thought it looked fantastic.
On the walk home, I came across this telegraph pole, it's practically gone back to nature - I've read articles about mobile phone masts being designed to look like trees, not very convincing - this worked far better.
Along the same stretch of path - you come across this house - it's next door to the property that 'Foyle' lives in if you are a fan of 'Foyle's War'
I'm planning on spending the evening software training (seriously - it's never ending, go freelance and spend the rest of your career being left behind ) and eating more cherries. I'm probably going to watch Dolly Parton close Glastonbury - I think it will be interesting, and probably quite good. Not quite as good as Radiohead 2003, but who could be.