Whilst house sitting, Clare and I have starting to settle into more of a routine especially now that we're working.
This means that the weekends, as at home, become more important. It is here that we click back into tourist mode. For the last two weekends we've been to a place called the Powerhouse, which is like a mini, mini Tate modern. They're showing the World Press Photo of the Year exhibition there at the moment. Significant images from around the world, emotive, disturbing, passionate............and Peter Crouch playing for Liverpool.
Every Sunday they have a session of live bands and then comedians and the whole things free! Excellent!
In a couple of weeks five of us are off to go Whale watching off the coast. This is something I've been looking forward to for a long time. The only problem is that Clare keeps telling people that we're going Whaling. That's a totally different activity, and really shouldn't be confused.
As a little taste of home we saw some of the Diana concert on the tele. After seeing Brian Ferry and then subsequently Rod Stewart perform, something occurred to me. At what age do you decide that wearing sparkly clothing is ok? What happens to make you decide that actually, this ain't a bad look?
I hope if that urge ever takes me, Clare will take me to one side, and slap some sense into me!
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