There’s a strane man! Get behind me kids.

 

In the summer time, the Baildon is fine. There’s a lampost there that has stood out of time

 

Baildon Moor with saturated heather.

 

Using my fingers to make a ginger pussy purr in Baildon. Called Bertie. Owner was nice.

 

All blogs this week were on my show page.

www. Bradwan.com

I’ll post some pics, but I have become an Instagram tart. When I learn how to post a link I will, but @hatthrowing should find me.

 

You leave & return after remembering chip pan were on heat. Come back hours later to flame a steak & make crispiest chips ever. Good day! Sunday, I think.

 

Barry of Napoleon’s (that have made many of my events possible wi money, sorry: sponsorship) wi his Last Victorian Death Squad band. In Wireless, Bradford.

 

Peacock Bar, Bradford. Best ever curried chicken livers, and some obvious shy issues wi bar staff!

 

Young Samantha helped turn my idea of the ‘Bring Back St. Blaise’s Festival’ into the biggest thing I’ve created, so far. She should, and certainly could, be running big things that idiots are being paid too much to crash.

 

North Parade St Party. Methodism in their madness. The Rev G & helper.