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Monday 14 April 2014

And post number 7

Here are a few photos from my Andalucían adventure last year.  Please excuse shabby formatting etc.

Hanging out with the locals on Cadiz Beach as you do.




 Cordoba












and again

 A ghostly figure in the  Santa Iglesia Catedral de Córdoba








Wtf, here's another one of me and Sham hanging out with the Andalucían families on Sunday as you do.




Balsa wood rules ok in Sevilla

 

Not sure why there is a plaque celebrating an obscure Scotish folk/rock band in The Alhambra in Grenada but hey ho.


Sunday 13 April 2014

2014 - Post number 6.

and another month...  Not without reason to be honest.  Things are tough at the home of Goffa at the moment.  Can't speak out loud, you never know who is tuning in but I my inability to bounce back from my injury (back still not right) and more recently a virus that has so far lasted 2 weeks (seriously wtf!) in not without coincidence.  Needless to say I've got a plan that doesn't involve working for the man for another 7 years (I've done 36 years man and boy so far and counting) but I've got to keep it going for at least another 2.  Without a lottery win I'll be poor but there are lots of rich men in the cemetery.  Have I just quoted Charles Dickens?  A few things have got to drop in place and I'm relying on the world economy not collapsing (far from a given) but I'm hopeful.

So why post tonight?  Had a pretty good week-end circa Goffa 2014.  I've been at home all week-end and done loads of gardening and housework finishing off the week-end with half a Chinese takeaway made whole with half a bottle of red. I hardly drink nowadays so the wine has hit the spot

I was in the garden until 8PM was still light which has lifted my spirits.  I love light nights. 

Had my tea and watched the news.  The first 3 items were the Ukraine crisis.  Fucking scary or what?  The latest climate change warning.  I find the fact that nobody will take any notice so depressing and a very sad story about a toddler who's died in Blackpool.

Jeez!  It was even bad news about Mo only finishing 8th in the London marathon.

I remember doing film studies in my one year at 6th form college and the bully boy art teacher (some loved him but I didn't, can't remember his name) had us debate that all news is bad news.  I didn't agree but I'll give him today.

Apart from .... on day 1 of Yorkshire's first county championship match against Somerset we finished the day 342-5.  I trust you are supporting Yorkshire ex-northern hard man turned Somerset softie Richard G?

Funnily enough I'm going out with another Teesside exile called Richard tomorrow night.  A Monday night out has come up in the nick of time to put things into perspective.  It hasn't come to "school night" yet so maybe things aren't so bad.

Got a few ideas about easy posts so you never know....