Springing Into Life

On Tuesday I decided it was about time I blew away my winter cobwebs and headed out of Rugby for a bit of culture at the Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery. I enjoy looking at the odd painting but most of the collection there failed to inspire me. Just not my cup of tea I’m afraid. The Staffordshire Hoard, housed at the museum, is a different kettle of fish though. With the tools available around 1400 years ago how the hell did they make some of that stuff. When I got home I was knackered. I checked my iPhone and found I had walked over 7 miles! My next trip out will involve less walking and more looking at the scenery from a train methinks.

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No Way Jose

Find and edit one favourite photo from each of the last 20 years! Come on boys and girls that would take me another 20 years to sort out! Anyway many of my early photos have been binned, and that reminds me I should be getting on with another cull before spring arrives. Why do I destroy old snaps? For one reason or another they are unusable so hanging on to them just takes up space. I may keep a couple for sentimental, historic, or even artistic reasons, but the great majority are worthless reminders of my lack of skill and ambition.

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Summer In The City

Okay not quite a city but summer in Rugby, yet again. The holiday season is as good as over and once more I’ve been nowhere other than a handful of day trips. That’s been the story of my life except for when girlfriends have dragged me kicking and screaming further afield. As a child I never had a holiday, we couldn’t afford it, so this reluctance to venture forth into the big wide yonder is deeply ingrained. My idea of a holiday is being stuck inside the Chateau de Vaughan taking snaps of a gorgeous glamour model. C’est la vie.

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Politician

Cream. 1968.

If it were not so boring I would be laughing my socks off. This EU referendum thing has inevitably degenerated into a contest between 2 teams of attention seekers trying to see who can come up with the most outrageous claim. It very much reminds me of the Monty Python Four Yorkshiremen sketch. I can’t help but offer my own humble opinion. Whatever the outcome of this vote nothing in our miserable lives is going to improve. Right!

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