May 24th – Doorway
Doorway to No.4, second day off. Little light shopping, little cooking (some scones and a morrocan chickpea and chicken stew). Not the greatest day, required loperamide.
Generally feeling crap.
Music
- The Sound Station – Wild One
- Impala – Teenage Tupelo Original Score
- Martin Savage and The Jiggerz – Runaway Train
- The Mourning After – Goodnight God Bless
- Strengsbrew – I Don’t Need Myself
- Strengsbrew – A Little Trust
- Strengsbrew – A Little Trust
- Blowers – Blowers
- Blowers – Blowmania
- Blowers – Blown Again
- The Rebel Set – Bummer City
- Femur – Noche de Walpurgis
- Femur – Femur In Compilations
- Femur – Lost at Mid Fifties
- Femur – This Is Garage Punk Desease
- Femur – Gritan
- Jack Meatbeat and the UGS – 30 Years After


Somthing tiny… the nose of the cat! Last of the set of three earlies, back in on Sunday, then a run of 4 lates. Value is terrible, a bit better today as I finally sold a HBB. Retrieve Jo from the station.
Yellow and I end up reaching for the ducks as opposed to the bus!
Something loud … well its the earbuds that provide avoidance from people.
My shoes today… well some of them. What should be a chilled day off turns out to be somewhat more complex. First off the fence gets painted. Then the washing is done and hung and repeated with the paint spattered clothes. The whole thing was a three cup of tea job.
Well that was an interesting morning, herself goes off on one, I escape to the shop via a coffee which provided me with the shot on the table. Fail to find the required pasta. This is not greeted well. Get on the bike to test my fix (didn’t make much difference, chain still unshipping in any gear other than fifth!). Go to Aldi. Still no lasagne.
So away into Wigan in the morning light so C can cancel her standing order to sort an issue. She’s dead chuffed. We bump into Stue on the way back to the bus station. We go in with surgical precision, into Nationwide and back to Ashton having found the Little Kitchen has closed. Brekkie at the Tom and Gerry’s it is. Then a light bit of shopping in which we find a clock that ticks and chimes (Muggins here pays for the bugger!)
Bloods in Wigan and I’m knackered and so tired I’m On The Ground. Nip into Kawa’s, bump into Fin then realise I don’t have the blood forms. Back on to the bus and it’s a dash back to the Thomas Linacre. They struggle to find blood. Meet C off the bus and a swift pint in the Lickers.
What’s in my bag at Kawa’s. Day three of the lates and I’m still down.
Day two of the lates and a reflection on The Leeds Liverpool. Still knackered, still depressed.