This is an archived blog posted in 2012

Printed draft flyers and tickets for next show.  Bus Keighley, got pork pie in market. 

Bus Skipton.  Went Craven Herald office, them eager to take photo and story of event.  Got beef pie from butchers on Otley St.

Called in to lawyers based in Kipling’s granny’s house, asked for sponsorship.  To Cross keys to give Caroline posters and tickets to sell (£10 from her, me, or anywhere else in Skipton who’ll sell for nowt; £11 off here when I have done the PayPal button).

Bus Keighley.  Call out Roger.  Cricketers.  Boltmakers, Roger home.  me not moving for an hour, or two.  Talked to Andrew, who was at the Bradford Fire (11th May 1985) but at the opposite end of the ground to where I was.  Am thinking now.  It was good to meet and talk.

Bus.  Man got off at Binley and claimed he had been over charged at &pound;1.60, <em>It should be &pound;1.30!</em> Man in front of me turned round and quiet voice the bloke at front was an idiot.  The next time the b.a.f said that it was &pound;1.30 I told him I was 6 foot 2 and looked like Brad pitt, at which point the man in front of me gave full voice to his opinion.

Saw Rob, ex-Fannys, outside Tramshed, so got off (had K Day rover ticket) and went for pint and chat.

Bus Bradford.  Got talking to a nice couple who asked if the bus went to Wibsey, and who had just seen <em>Dinner Ladies</em> at the Alhambra.

I intended going to Whitby tomorrow to watch the sun set on mid-summer’s eve.  May still, but less certain than it was a half dozen pints ago