July 2014


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I have taken an amount of alcohol in the Sparrow Bier Cafe.

it is a bit hot for Bradford.

It was hotter on Saturday. I stood on North Parade in top hat wrapped with a Bradford City cummerbund; waistcoat, white shirt, cravat, and tails.

I got home today to discover I had left the oven on.

The chicken stock had become heat mummified chicken bits.

I ate the bits.

I am drinking the Cava I should have bought before Saturday, and may have a cup of tea that I had failled to buy before Saturday and all.

If I write no more I would just like to say I love the Sparrow; I love all the people I talked to tonight; I love and admire Les at the Sparrow. I have moaned less than you would expect about my experience on Saturday; but Les worked 19.5 hours that day. He was in the Sparrow today because nobody else was standing. Every time someone tried to praise him he would rebuff it with: “But I own the business.”!

Little things make a lot; but the things that make change are done by people with both heart and soul.

Les and Beth. Nigel whose idea it was; `The Dime Bar.

I had a full wind encounter with a bloke wanting to do the day down because of what one business said.

I was stood opposite the business, in full sun, for the best part of seven hours. He was not there.

Like the children who got really serious about hat throwing: I hope I make things better; even if only by a butterfly’s wing beat.

I will try and remember to put names to the pictures but I just need to get them up first.

The whole things was a positive day, and something North Parade should do again.

I had some lovely moments, hat throwing works wonderfully well for children. I had one very small girl run up to me just as she was leaving to hugh my knees.

Hft are a lovely bunch of people.

It was a very long day for me though. Top had and tails in full sunshine.

Thank you to everyone who supported.

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I am getting a little bit excited abot the Hat Throwing on Saturday; and the prospect of my birthday show on Saturday 13th September, at the New Bradford Playhouse.

After I had photocopied my mother’s will at the local studies library I had one shot left, so I got a 1891 OS map of Bradford, and managed a copy of North Parade. I have been up it twice since, and learnt loads. Less from what I see, much more from people in the Sparrow looking at it and pointing out things I had not seen, like a burial plot off Cheapside I am sure nobody had mentioned when I have asked.

Went to a production of the Tempest in the grounds of whar is still called Bradford Cathedral. It was better than gripping yourself so hard your own nails make you bleed; and my mate Joe was really funny.

I was in the Corn Dolly by 2040. Best beer I Bradford, easily, but I needed someone to moan about art to, so after a pint I walked back to the Sparrow.

At the Sparrow I tested the hard Hat Throwing target for Saturday; explained it to a Bradford couple who had been watching; who them explained it to the 3 bemused foreign gentlemen who had also been watching. What I loved most was the fact the Bradford pair mimrd the throwing of a hat as they explained it!

Blessed friends Karl and Megan then came in with thier friends. They had been at the show. Megan, being a young person, asked straight out if I had left early. Turns out all of their opinion was not different to mine, but they had brought a lot of alcohol with them for half time.

Best bit was getting a lift home in Karl and Megan’s SWAT van.Saving me money.

I also taught the staff at the Sparrow (Ben and Matty) how to make a pink gin. I had been shown the new bottle of Angostura Bitters the first day I had been in after the gin tasting.I remembered today, being flush like.

You really need to throw out the extra Angostura bitters after swilling it around the glass,

I was walking down to a Bradford Library to photocopy my mother’s will. I was stopped by a very polite boy of about 15, asking if he could borrow my phone to call his mother (his term) because he had injured his ankle.

He called her mobile, and got nowt. He asked if he could call her landline, but got nowt.

Before I walked away I asked him how long he would be sat there, in case his mother called be back; and before I ended the sentence I got a call from a blocked number!

Before the caller said a word I said:

Your son has just borrowed my phone to call you, here he is.

He talked to his mum, and thanked me.

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