December 2012

For the last few years I celebrated old year’s end with Bev, in fact the last one was the last time I remember when we had unedged fun as a couple.

This year I am back to the tradition of going to bed early and leaving midnight to all the once a year drinkers, though strangely I will be doing it at Bev’s, where I am cat sitting.

Happy new year.

I went to my first Bradford City league game for a long time. If either of my long time readers can remember me blogging about the last time please tell me, but I reckon it was B.C. (Before Carping… though the lost blogs may contain the lost secret of what I thought at my last league game.. I bet it was moaning).

City scored two penalties, so I saw 4 soft goals, and 2 penalties.

It was 2-4 at half time and I was going to watch the second half, but decided to add to the 3 pints I had already given room to before arriving at the ground. The queue only ended 7 minutes into the second half, and from where I was watching the queue and the Rochdale goal, outside the gents toilet’s whose smell left no doubt as to where I was stood, I knew that leaving then would allow me to drink better beer and buy food for my food-less house.

At around my 8th pint I was talking to Joe in Wetherspoons (who I have known from when I started with City, 1982?) when a man even older than me came back to the bar, shook me hand, and told me I was a character. I had only tried to tell him about the Pie & Priestley Show as he was order coffees.

I also talked to Manny and Matt earlier in the Sparrow earlier on. Good men and true. I am a little dizzy now.

For over 20 years I have been scratting about trying to find out what happened to the electric locomotive named after J.B. Priestley. The last time I looked was a few years ago and there was no record on-line. There is now. If was renamed Suffolk – Relax Refresh Return by Anglia Railways (ffs! Is that the most most stupid name for a British loco ever?) and is now in storage.


so for the sake of making the record more obvious here is the link

86234 E3155 J B Priestley OM
Suffolk – Relax Refresh Return
Anglia Railways ’one’ 04/2005 Stored at Long Marston

Here is a photo.
J.B. Priestley O.M. 86234 – Euston taken by Sid Young 1984

I had to saw off my mother’s toilet seat this morning before I could fit the one I bought her for Christmas. I then had to go to the shops to buy her hearing aid batteries, before setting off for the long journey home. I am knackered.

I have spent the last week going in pubs and leaving without buying. The latest was the Betjeman Arms today. It always smells of cooking, and today was like a kebab shop, and I did not recognise any of the staff. I went to McGlynn’s Bar instead and had a lovely pint of Brains. If you have more than 30 minutes to wait at Kings Cross or St Pancres it is well worth seeking out.

A few days ago I present the madest of my mother’s Polish careworkers with a frozen pigs trotter. She squealled with delight and gave me a big, smacking kiss. Very nice it was to.

A wish for ‘Christmas peace’ in Karelian and Finnish, according to my mother.

I was cooking for 3 but mother’s careworker has had her rota changed, so the sprouts and chestnuts will be another time, leaving me to finish the roast duck and orange with roast potatoes, carrots and parsnips, with a salad.

I cooked lamb mince pies this morning. The were gorgeous. Dried fruit; inc. apricots; grated carrots, precooked lamb mince, treacle and spices.

Probably missed sending at least some e-cards to friends, let alone postal ones, sorry to any loyalty card holder who has missed out. To them, friends, family and all readers: happy Christmas (apart from the ones who have throw stuff at me, left scars, or owe me money… Oh, it’s Christmas: even them!

Planes and trains and cars Can bring us back to where Joy reigned in days of our prime When the trees and skies and the screen Were bright to the child that you were, all joyous with stars. Now blame and pain still tars Darkening days still meant to be joy, into scaffolds of care Yet stars, they do not fade with our passing of time Life can pulse with joy still bursting with green May your good and your bad and your bars Build grids from your hope and your joy So the child within you can climb To where all things seem clear to be  the best you have seen.

Glyn Watkins’ 2012 bradwan Christmas card.

I had broken eggs, cheese and a smoked mackerel that needed using up today, so I made a quiche with some sweated onions and garlic; with a cucumber, lettuce and date salad.

I offered a piece to the carer who came to check on ma at lunchtime. She did not have any idea what quiche was, and turned up her m=nose to begin with but then tried some. She ended up standing very close to me, breathing deeply through her nose and telling me how delicious it was. I think she liked it.

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