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GREEN CARD

Going on holiday to New York, so I had better check all my friends are coming:


Washington
Lincon
Hamilton
Jackson
Grant

Check.


ARE YOU ON IT?

As the summer (May-September if you are a student) draws to an end its Good-bye to Leicester! I’ve been there while Uni is out to stay with Carly in her flat of tat. I shall return to once again enjoy the fruits (literally) and charms of Leicester her locals. 







I DID IT MOTORWAY

Everyone knows that the best time to drive across the M62 is during a sunset. Apparently when the bridge was built it was the largest of single span in Europe at that time and the cost of that stretch of motorway cost one million pounds a mile. Would it have been too hard to put signs at 100-meter intervals along its length that read ‘DON’T HOG THE MIDDLE LANE’?









45 POINTS ON A TRIPLE WORD

After a week playing the iphone version of scrabble, we decided to crack out the board and tile version found in a box! This wasn’t your ordinary scrabble though. It was 50th anniversary limited addition version including velvet tile bag! There was something strangely unconvincing about the certificate of authenticity inside the box (stictly 40,000 sets made). It is rather vexatious how any apparent discernment of articulation you thought you had desultorily turns into a benign vocabulary of four letter words made of no more than two syllables when the scrabble gauntlet is laid down. 





Scrabble from a box on a Saturday night. Note the 70’esque room décor also. 

BACK TO THE OLD SKOOL

This weekend was spent house and dog sitting in Huddersfield.  Much of the area where I lived used to contain many large empty mills. Recently these have been systematically flattened for new housing estates. An old school can be found among the large open spaces and new houses. I think the building was used as an old people’s home before it fell into complete abandonment. There were plants beginning to break through the tarmac of the old playground. 









These are some bat boxes that were put up around the empty site. I think if I were a bat I’d prefer to live in a creepy old mill rather than a tiny wooden box. Then again, the humans on this site are paying thousands of pounds for the privilege.