A Day For What?
The obsession with a Britain Day continues. No one really takes much notice anymore. The idea gets muted every now and again but the English, Scots and Welsh don’t get along well enough.
The obsession with a Britain Day continues. No one really takes much notice anymore. The idea gets muted every now and again but the English, Scots and Welsh don’t get along well enough.
The end of one year and the start of another. Happy New Year people.
Sydney became an inspiring place for me to be. I may have spent more of time in Australia in Melbourne but Sydney offered more opportunities. Maybe it was the businessman inside myself that saw Australia’s largest city as a place to be. I felt more “at home” in Sydney than in Melbourne.
York Minster is lit up for a few days by Patrice Warrener and his chromolithe painting, shining coloured light on the stone to create a multi-coloured experience.
The slight weirdness of Bonfire Night and Halloween. This is not America, we do not do Halloween well.
Going to the Odeon in York, the cinema of my childhood and a life-long friend. Watching Wallace and Gromit in the Curse of the Were Rabbit.
I can remember when I was young, going back 25 years or so, being exposed to punk. I never really took much of it in but I did enjoy it.
Madness of a Sunday morning. Radio 5 discuss the blogging craze with Saira Kahn and Sky opt to have matches shown at 11.15am.
England win the Ashes and I take a walk around York for the first time in a year. Funny how you notice the changes. The England Cricket team’s jaunt around London is over the top and it’s clear that there’s something wrong with the English sporting psyche.
The trip home wasn’t anything fun. It was good to be home but right now Victoria is the place I want to be.