Parties are very much the thing at the moment. Last weekend it was Samir's 30th. This coming weekend it is dph's 50th birthday party (yes, he does exist) and next week it is Brian Duerden's retirement party. Trying to put together a card for dph means scanning through some old photographs. This is one of my favourites. It was taken on a holiday to La Rochelle in France.
Thursday, 23 October 2008
On Saturday night we went to Sheffield to our friend Samir's thirtieth birthday party. He was back from New York for the occasion and the theme of the evening was Indian. Isobel managed a kaftan, whereas I was wearing ... well the advantage of always taking the photographs is that nobody will ever know.
The Temperance Seven were one of our guests on the Friday evening. Of course there are eight members of the band, the eighth being pictured above. To quote from the band's website : "Colonel Alexander Hitchcock Galloway - Second-In-Command and Megaphonic Refrain. The Colonel is best known for his Gargantuan Appetite and answers to the Soubriquet “Trencherman” within the Ranks of the Orchestra. Silver Medallist at the Prince Phillip National Flatulence Championships, the Colonel lists his Hobbies as Fasting and Flagellation".
The full set of Marsden photographs is available in one of my on-line Picasa albums. Not all the photographs are in that album and this category includes this picture of Rod Mason preparing for his evening gig with Ben Crosland and Dave O'Higgins.
For some reason over the Festival weekend I kept walking from the centre of the village up to the British Legion. I must have done the journey half a dozen times. The walk takes you past Marsden Mill, much of which now lies empty. For some reason it missed out on the mill conversion programme, and now it is perhaps too late.
Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. But not for much longer. My rock of ages - the Rock Inn, Upper Edge Elland, is due to close in the coming few days. Could my zeal no respite know, could my tears forever flow, such a pub I'll never know.
Wednesday, 8 October 2008
Monday, 6 October 2008
One of those photographs which never match the actual vision. It was late afternoon and the sky was clouding over. The stone of the college buildings was turned dark by the sinking sun but the shops higher up Broad Street were still colourful and almost shone. The picture doesn't catch it so you will just have to imagine it.
On our drive into Abingdon I spotted the Brewery Tap and walked back to pay it a visit later. In fact it was only the tap for Morland's Brewery for about three years, having been created from a row of brewery offices. And just as it came the brewery went, so it remains a tap without a tank. so to speak.