Sunday, October 08, 2006
The New Jumback
We just took the new "Ute" up to the lakes for it's maiden journey! We went to Waswater in Wasdale near Scarfell. Not that we climbed it! Adele's very sensitive to exercise so in the interest of public safety we kept the walking to a minimum. We did however take the Jumback up and down the mountains! We found the most precarious road with a 30% incline. No worries for the Jumback.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The World's best market
Posted by Adele
Welcome to my debut, I have been meaning to contribute to this for sometime now but you know how it is, laziness, tiredness, full time job, crap soaps, sleep maximisation on a school night etc etc all seem to take over. You are lucky though, tonight there is football on TV. Perhaps I have very few sympathisers here but I find football incredibly tedious, I'm still reading 'Ladybird's first book of football' I don't understand it (predictably offside rule) I don't know any of the footballers (and not even the fit ones since I left school and could stop feigning mild albeit girly interest) I don't care who wins and I have no concept of how you can hate Man United one day and then say "I support any english teams in Europe" the next, if anyone wishes to enlighten me then please don't, I'll never change.
So, this is why I find myself blogging tonight.
I feel it is my duty, nay, mission, to spread the word on some things that interest me and my latest interest (that is not to suggest it is a fad however) is Bury Market! Ok, 'World's best market' might be a tad generous, Camden, Bangkok, Hong Kong, Barcelona, Marrakesh and Portabello may disagree, but the title 'World's best food market beginning in the North of England' belongs only to Bury.
I won't lecture LE's intelligent readers on why one should avoid supermarkets, particularly Tesco (for no reason other than I just hate them the most and this may stem from the 'Aldi quality-Harrods prices' of Tesco Metro on Market Street which until recently held the monopoly on City Centre food shopping-M&S only counts on payday), other reasons for supermarchephobia should include high food miles on fresh produce, unnecessary packaging, pesticides, not really-so-organic organic food and a desire to support local businesses. Bury market truly is one of the few remaining markets in the most old fashioned sense of the word. The shoppers who've been going for years can't see what all the fuss is about and city slickers like me are acting like tourists. Working class women in fingerless gloves shouting out "2 punnets for £1.50...come and get your strawberries girls..." Three generations of a family cutting fabrics for regulars, bohemian young families from Chorlton jumping on this bandwagon ('cause lets face it who can really afford to do the weekly shop in Unicorn?) buying free range, locally produced, super fresh eggs next to the pensioner from Radcliffe who thought she was just buying eggs! The choice of fruit and veg on offer beats any supermarket in this country, it comes in little brown paper bags, your stuff is weighed on scales, the staff are human calculators as your purchases mount up, you bring your own shopping bags, theres no other packaging, some of the food is organic not in a "Look at us, you simply MUST eat organic darling" way, often they don't even realise, a sign for tomatoes last week read "Local tomatoes pollenated by bees". The greatest thing of all about Bury market is it's down to earthness, yes, it is working class and a real treat for people watchers, every Peter Kaye-esque character that ever there was can be seen there, there's even a few regular crazies with their predicatable repetoires but the food on offer is as sophisticated as it gets. Now take Radiccio lettuce, its just a lettuce, it might have a fancy name but whats in a name? At Bury market they do not believe in fancy names for fancy lettuces, radiccio is known under it's more Northern moniker - 'Posh Lettuce' No word of a lie! See it for yourselves and do your weekly food shop while you're at it! Enjoy.
Welcome to my debut, I have been meaning to contribute to this for sometime now but you know how it is, laziness, tiredness, full time job, crap soaps, sleep maximisation on a school night etc etc all seem to take over. You are lucky though, tonight there is football on TV. Perhaps I have very few sympathisers here but I find football incredibly tedious, I'm still reading 'Ladybird's first book of football' I don't understand it (predictably offside rule) I don't know any of the footballers (and not even the fit ones since I left school and could stop feigning mild albeit girly interest) I don't care who wins and I have no concept of how you can hate Man United one day and then say "I support any english teams in Europe" the next, if anyone wishes to enlighten me then please don't, I'll never change.
So, this is why I find myself blogging tonight.
I feel it is my duty, nay, mission, to spread the word on some things that interest me and my latest interest (that is not to suggest it is a fad however) is Bury Market! Ok, 'World's best market' might be a tad generous, Camden, Bangkok, Hong Kong, Barcelona, Marrakesh and Portabello may disagree, but the title 'World's best food market beginning in the North of England' belongs only to Bury.
I won't lecture LE's intelligent readers on why one should avoid supermarkets, particularly Tesco (for no reason other than I just hate them the most and this may stem from the 'Aldi quality-Harrods prices' of Tesco Metro on Market Street which until recently held the monopoly on City Centre food shopping-M&S only counts on payday), other reasons for supermarchephobia should include high food miles on fresh produce, unnecessary packaging, pesticides, not really-so-organic organic food and a desire to support local businesses. Bury market truly is one of the few remaining markets in the most old fashioned sense of the word. The shoppers who've been going for years can't see what all the fuss is about and city slickers like me are acting like tourists. Working class women in fingerless gloves shouting out "2 punnets for £1.50...come and get your strawberries girls..." Three generations of a family cutting fabrics for regulars, bohemian young families from Chorlton jumping on this bandwagon ('cause lets face it who can really afford to do the weekly shop in Unicorn?) buying free range, locally produced, super fresh eggs next to the pensioner from Radcliffe who thought she was just buying eggs! The choice of fruit and veg on offer beats any supermarket in this country, it comes in little brown paper bags, your stuff is weighed on scales, the staff are human calculators as your purchases mount up, you bring your own shopping bags, theres no other packaging, some of the food is organic not in a "Look at us, you simply MUST eat organic darling" way, often they don't even realise, a sign for tomatoes last week read "Local tomatoes pollenated by bees". The greatest thing of all about Bury market is it's down to earthness, yes, it is working class and a real treat for people watchers, every Peter Kaye-esque character that ever there was can be seen there, there's even a few regular crazies with their predicatable repetoires but the food on offer is as sophisticated as it gets. Now take Radiccio lettuce, its just a lettuce, it might have a fancy name but whats in a name? At Bury market they do not believe in fancy names for fancy lettuces, radiccio is known under it's more Northern moniker - 'Posh Lettuce' No word of a lie! See it for yourselves and do your weekly food shop while you're at it! Enjoy.
Monday, September 25, 2006
News
I know I always seem to start these updates with a "it's been a long time.." etc etc intro. And it has, well been a long time.
I truly can't be arsed. Its a chore. My computers on all of the time and I look a the short cut to the blogger hundreds of times a week and my mind goes blank, or remains blank. It's a pain to put it quite simply. I also have the added problem that my cameras shite so at the moment don't even have lovely snaps to add.
This isn't to say I've been up to nothing. In fairness the opposite can be said now. It's a busy and enjoyable past month.
Highlights including the whistlestop trip to the capital to watch Alton Ellis in a gig in Camden, for which I owe Gaz a sincere thanks for being mightily sharp on the blower. This was my first reggae night ever. I've never even been to a club unless you count some heavy dubage at the rear of the musicbox. And what can I say other than that it was amazing. I can't put it into words. I was moved. The chaps in his seventies and he was belting the numbers out pitch perfect and his band were amazing. To hear the rocksteady tunes so loudly and performed so perfectly was great. I thought he was pretty great anyway but now I'm listening back with a greater appreciation. Seek him out if you can Mon...
Other than that and to bore those who know and inform those who don't. I'm no longer an employee of B&Q. I wanted to take the company forward but the management wouldn't allow me to cascade my ideas to my team mates. Bolderdash, I'm now seeking self employment. My Joinery course finished in July and the work is starting to come in. I shall be setting myself up properly in due course. Please contact me if you have work. Needless to say I'm competitive, and erm honest!
September's also been heavy on the birthday calendar. Sister Weaver turned 30, which is well old (as a youngster I fell I get away with saying "well" in a sentence, it probably wouldn't sound right from a 30 pluser). Jude & Shandy turned 26, with which a hangover is still gnawing away at me, hell of night mind!
It's been one hellova start to the footy season. The Villa, sorry I mean the mighty Villa showing their true colours holding the top 5 up. Early days I know but my entire Villa supporting life has been one mundane result to the next and the recent headlines have invigorated me. What can you say they now have the best named chairman in footy history.
And that brings me to a close for this evening. The nights are beginning to close in, the leaves are getting tired and our summer's about to become autumn. Get your reflective armbands out and dust off your winter coats.
I truly can't be arsed. Its a chore. My computers on all of the time and I look a the short cut to the blogger hundreds of times a week and my mind goes blank, or remains blank. It's a pain to put it quite simply. I also have the added problem that my cameras shite so at the moment don't even have lovely snaps to add.
This isn't to say I've been up to nothing. In fairness the opposite can be said now. It's a busy and enjoyable past month.
Highlights including the whistlestop trip to the capital to watch Alton Ellis in a gig in Camden, for which I owe Gaz a sincere thanks for being mightily sharp on the blower. This was my first reggae night ever. I've never even been to a club unless you count some heavy dubage at the rear of the musicbox. And what can I say other than that it was amazing. I can't put it into words. I was moved. The chaps in his seventies and he was belting the numbers out pitch perfect and his band were amazing. To hear the rocksteady tunes so loudly and performed so perfectly was great. I thought he was pretty great anyway but now I'm listening back with a greater appreciation. Seek him out if you can Mon...
Other than that and to bore those who know and inform those who don't. I'm no longer an employee of B&Q. I wanted to take the company forward but the management wouldn't allow me to cascade my ideas to my team mates. Bolderdash, I'm now seeking self employment. My Joinery course finished in July and the work is starting to come in. I shall be setting myself up properly in due course. Please contact me if you have work. Needless to say I'm competitive, and erm honest!
September's also been heavy on the birthday calendar. Sister Weaver turned 30, which is well old (as a youngster I fell I get away with saying "well" in a sentence, it probably wouldn't sound right from a 30 pluser). Jude & Shandy turned 26, with which a hangover is still gnawing away at me, hell of night mind!
It's been one hellova start to the footy season. The Villa, sorry I mean the mighty Villa showing their true colours holding the top 5 up. Early days I know but my entire Villa supporting life has been one mundane result to the next and the recent headlines have invigorated me. What can you say they now have the best named chairman in footy history.
And that brings me to a close for this evening. The nights are beginning to close in, the leaves are getting tired and our summer's about to become autumn. Get your reflective armbands out and dust off your winter coats.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
Take Two - Bratislava
Bratislava Castle
Views from the Castle. The weather was thyit!
The Old Town Hall
This was our hostel!
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Holiday Snaps - Take One, Budapest
Adele and I enjoyed our first holiday for quite some time. We touched on a little bit of Europe. Budapest, Bratislava, Vienna & Prague. I shall start by posting a choice selection of our snaps from Hungary.
The Buda Hills
Parliment & Me
Th Cow Parade in Budapest
Adele in Heroes Square
Eve over the Danube
The Buda Hills
Parliment & Me
Th Cow Parade in Budapest
Adele in Heroes Square
Eve over the Danube
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Danger Zone - Taxi Edition
Mainline Dolphin, Salfords premium taxi service have just launched their all new first class waiting lounge.
If you find yourself at the top of Cromwell Road on a lonely eve feel assured that there's a safe place close by!
If you find yourself at the top of Cromwell Road on a lonely eve feel assured that there's a safe place close by!
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
Supergeek
Every now and again Adele feels the need to call me a geek.
This happens mostly when I talk about Superman. All through my life it's been one of my favourite films. It's a movie I can put on and watch anytime. I think I've seen Superman The Movie more than any other and almost every scene and line makes me laugh, smile and feel emotional. The special effects hold up so well and the characters are perfectly cast. When I was younger everyone seemed fascinated with Star Wars but it never had the hold on me the way good old Supe had. I remember lying in bed as a youngster and concentrating on being able to fly, needless to say I wasted my time there.
However this brings me up to now and the soon to be released Superman Returns. I've never been so excited about a films release. I feel about six and can state now that I will be geek numero1 in line on the day.
I thought for anyone who was not tuned into the upcoming release you could check this link to realise your full SUPER geek potential. I think I may for the first time ever be reaching my full potential on something.
Boys night in.
Free of the female this weekend so had ourselves an evening filled with beer, xbox, pro evo and then unconsciousness!
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
"It's only on game so......."
Been out this evening for my second session of snooker. I started last week and this evening saw the success of my first frame. 6 -1 to my opponent Tim so for.
It's a jolly hard game and not only is it hard to hit the ball you intended, it also hurts the eyes. I don't think I've had to concentrate on a object so hard in my life. Such masses of concentration are followed by great bouts of depression as only 1 in every 15 attempts at a pot goes in.
My first success was only due to the lapse in focus of Tim, I scooped up over 20 points through fouls. As you can understand it's not quite the crucible.
I'll keep you posted on my blossoming skills!
It's a jolly hard game and not only is it hard to hit the ball you intended, it also hurts the eyes. I don't think I've had to concentrate on a object so hard in my life. Such masses of concentration are followed by great bouts of depression as only 1 in every 15 attempts at a pot goes in.
My first success was only due to the lapse in focus of Tim, I scooped up over 20 points through fouls. As you can understand it's not quite the crucible.
I'll keep you posted on my blossoming skills!
lAzY
I'm shocked at how hard I've been finding it recently to write on this here blog, bloggers block it must be.
The day to day trails at B&Q have really worn my mind to a dull stump and the evenings are spent dreading the following day. It sure is a sorry state and one I hope changes aSAP...
I thought then tonight I'd have a sit, start to write and see if anything comes out (of my mind).
I'd very much like a new camera, my Canon PowerShot A40 no longer holds the attraction it did when I first had it, the times have a moved on at a hearty pace but my photographic apparatus has stalled. The thing a about pictures is that they're very easy to take and to post and they fill masses of space and make you (me) seem very proactive in upkeeping your blog. Plus on the whole the reader enjoys looking at whats on offer. The main reason for the blog is to keep a sneaky eye at what the blogger and their family/friends have been up to.
I'd have to admit that when I have a nosey at the strangers on blogger (if you've not done this then press the next botton in the top right hand corner) I do often feel like I'm looking through a strangers diary. On the one hand its a bit of fun to see how weird most people seem to be but sometimes its quite fascinating. (Although my contribution isn't too fascinating).
Enough of this mumbo jumbo. We watched The Machinist tonight, I wanted to watch it although it took a week or two to get in the right frame of mind, aware it was probably going to be a little grim. Which it was! I rate Christian Bale and apart from Captain Correli's Big Bag Of Shite I've found him very watchable (although he hasn't taken residence in my dreams unlike a certain girlfriend of mine). The first few scenes in the movie are a real trawl, he is so thin it's uncomfortable to watch. I got used to his skeletal appearance and though it's not quite Momento it kept us well gripped.
Other than that we started on the 3rd Season of Six Feet Under this week. Unfortunately the makers seem to have forgotten how to write and make a tv programme and its taken a slump. I was warned about this though so we shall endure these hard days and hope the fallen rise again.
NEWS> NEWS> NEWS>>>> Simon, Heidi & Billy have moved to a two bedder in Lynbrook and although they've been disconnected from cyberspace the news is they're settling in just fine. NEWS> NEWS> NEWS>>>> If you've failed to check Senor Wrights podcast out then click the link to the right, there's a new one just out. NEWS>NEWS NEWS>>>> After a spell in hospital with gout Charlottes now fully recovered and back at home. NEWS> NEWS> NEWS>>>> I bought an electric planer this week, just another weapon at my disposal. NEWS> NEWS> NEWS>>>> Finally a picture...
Proof of Lennon's faked death, here seen in August 2003 opening an electronics shop at Liverpool Airport.
The day to day trails at B&Q have really worn my mind to a dull stump and the evenings are spent dreading the following day. It sure is a sorry state and one I hope changes aSAP...
I thought then tonight I'd have a sit, start to write and see if anything comes out (of my mind).
I'd very much like a new camera, my Canon PowerShot A40 no longer holds the attraction it did when I first had it, the times have a moved on at a hearty pace but my photographic apparatus has stalled. The thing a about pictures is that they're very easy to take and to post and they fill masses of space and make you (me) seem very proactive in upkeeping your blog. Plus on the whole the reader enjoys looking at whats on offer. The main reason for the blog is to keep a sneaky eye at what the blogger and their family/friends have been up to.
I'd have to admit that when I have a nosey at the strangers on blogger (if you've not done this then press the next botton in the top right hand corner) I do often feel like I'm looking through a strangers diary. On the one hand its a bit of fun to see how weird most people seem to be but sometimes its quite fascinating. (Although my contribution isn't too fascinating).
Enough of this mumbo jumbo. We watched The Machinist tonight, I wanted to watch it although it took a week or two to get in the right frame of mind, aware it was probably going to be a little grim. Which it was! I rate Christian Bale and apart from Captain Correli's Big Bag Of Shite I've found him very watchable (although he hasn't taken residence in my dreams unlike a certain girlfriend of mine). The first few scenes in the movie are a real trawl, he is so thin it's uncomfortable to watch. I got used to his skeletal appearance and though it's not quite Momento it kept us well gripped.
Other than that we started on the 3rd Season of Six Feet Under this week. Unfortunately the makers seem to have forgotten how to write and make a tv programme and its taken a slump. I was warned about this though so we shall endure these hard days and hope the fallen rise again.
NEWS> NEWS> NEWS>>>> Simon, Heidi & Billy have moved to a two bedder in Lynbrook and although they've been disconnected from cyberspace the news is they're settling in just fine. NEWS> NEWS> NEWS>>>> If you've failed to check Senor Wrights podcast out then click the link to the right, there's a new one just out. NEWS>NEWS NEWS>>>> After a spell in hospital with gout Charlottes now fully recovered and back at home. NEWS> NEWS> NEWS>>>> I bought an electric planer this week, just another weapon at my disposal. NEWS> NEWS> NEWS>>>> Finally a picture...
Proof of Lennon's faked death, here seen in August 2003 opening an electronics shop at Liverpool Airport.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Oooops, drunk.....
I successfully completed my first carpentry job this weekend......
If you know anyone who needs any work doing then let them know my number, I'll let them know if I can do what they need!!!
Serious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good price..... etc etc.... Internal.... External......
If you know anyone who needs any work doing then let them know my number, I'll let them know if I can do what they need!!!
Serious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good price..... etc etc.... Internal.... External......
Thursday, March 09, 2006
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