I just had a look at my last post to see when I wrote it and what it was about and I’m not exactly surprised but it’s a long time ago and it’s about a gig I saw in October. I haven’t had much time to blog since then because just over a week after I wrote that blog, I left my husband and found myself with no computer, no internet, no television, no radio or CD player and no entertainment except for a Sudoku book and some pens.
Actually, it wasn’t quite as bad as that. I was given a telly about a week or two later and a little later I got a threatening letter from the TV licensing people, so I got a TV licence too.
My last blog mentions a friend called Darcy and it’s time to come clean. He was a bit more than a friend then and he still is and it’s on his computer that I’m currently writing this blog. Darcy lives not far from the quaint seaside town of Blackpool and I’m there (in his flat, not Blackpool) at the moment. He’s in bed feeling sorry for himself and suffering from Manflu so I’ve nicked his computer and internet connection and I’m writing this.
Let me tell you a bit more about Darcy. You might have guessed that I’m a bit of an old punk, who’s gone a bit respectable in her old age. Darcy isn’t a punk but he is a rebel so it’s all good there. He’s more into Metal but likes going to gigs and humours me by accompanying me to such bands as Anti Nowhere League and the Adicts (bloody marvellous last November). He has long hair and a goatee beard and, to my biassed eye, looks fabulous.
This weekend has been quite exciting for me. Maybe not as exciting as a weekend in Amsterdam (or Nice for that matter) or Rebellion but still quite exciting. It started yesterday, Saturday, well, weekends always do, don’t they? I’d booked my car in for a service; not particulary exciting, I hear you say, and well, no, it wasn’t that exciting. Catching the bus back to Darcy’s flat wasn’t exciting and collecting the car and seeing the bill wasn’t either but it happened. In the afternoon, Darcy went to the football and I went and had my hair cut. Still not particularly exciting but then life can be boring, can’t it? In the evening, we stayed in and watched Harry Hill, Primeval and then the Bourne Ultimatum.
Okay, I admit it! Saturday was pretty run of the mill. Today was a little bit different. After not doing very much this morning, we went to look at The Ferry or Das Boot as Darcy and I like to call it. Anybody from the British Isles who reads this blog will know exactly what I mean but for those who aren’t from hereabouts, The Ferry was blown onto the beach just north of Blackpool on Thursday in high winds and is still there and quite an attraction at the moment. Here’s a picture of it for anybody who’s interested.
Darcy took a picture on his camera and on his phone but it is too much of a palaver uploading them onto this computer so I nicked this one off the internet and I apologise for my temerity but it’s a good’un so I wanted to use it. It looks big from quite close up and we were well impressed but it was very windy (not as bad as last Thursday but still bad) so we high-tailed it back to the newly serviced car and went off to look for somewhere to eat. After much driving around we tried a pub near Kirkham but it was closing for refurbishment so we decided to go onto another hostelry. This was the Grapes in Wrea Green. I had Roast Beef and Darcy had Shepherds Pie with cold bits in it (yack!) While we were eating a bevy of ladies attending a nearby Rod Stewart convention appeared. They were wearing Rod Stewart t-shirts and copious amounts of tartan. One even had a tartan shopping bag (thus making Darcy very jealous indeed – I might talk about his tartan fixation at a later date).
They suggested to Darcy that he would be able to blend in that evening because it was a Seventies night. To my jaundiced eye, Darcy looks very 21st Century but we took it all in good heart. They were very pleasant ladies from Surrey and I was trying to show my local knowledge by saying they were speaking Estuary English and therefore must be from Kent or Essex. It never does to show off, does it? Sometimes you can end up looking silly. Never mind, Surrey is not too far from the Thames Estuary and I’m sure the accent has spread – a bit like the Norovirus did earlier in the year.
So that was my extremely exciting weekend. I’m not sure if I can cope with all the excitement. I think it’s time to go to bed with a cup of hot cocoa and and hot water bottle. Before I do, I’ll find a video of Rod Stewart for you all. As Darcy just said, “What an exciting life!”