Selly Oak, June 16th
Sometimes you need someone to tell you to just stop, and sometimes the weather will do that job. The other year I coined the term “dog crushingly hot” and, since it doesn’t appear to have been taken up by the masses, I feel justified in using it again.
It was dog crushingly hot this weekend.
I did potter along to the Cotteridge Festival but by the time I got there I was dripping and having spent the week outdoors in the sun the novelty had worn off somewhat. So I returned to watch that football match with Zoop which I enjoyed tremendously, and not just for the schadenfreude. The drama stayed with me, rather like that of a good movie, and the tears moved me ever so slightly towards mild compassion. Still, at least it’s all over for a couple more years.
Sunday, being today, I did fuckall but sit in my pants and sweat. And it was good. Apart from the sweating. I could have done without that.
Deadwood, by the way, is very good. Ian McShane impresses no end, a sentence I never thought I’d utter.
Oh, and I finally got around to sorting out next Sunday’s Flickrmeet and built a map of the routes taken so far which was oddly satisfying, as making maps often is.
You can post as many good words about my cousin as you like!
This shot is even better than that one of the factory in the JQ. IN fact, viewing it n the computer screen does it no justice. I’d like to see a large print of this somewhere.
“Dog crushingly hot” is the best phrase I’ve heard in some time.
Sam: Your cousin is Ian McShane? Another reader of this blog – who uses a psudonymn so I won’t identify him – has Ewan McGregor as a cousin. I wonder if there are any more readers related to dead famous folk? (Actually I can think of one other, though I don’t know who the celeb is cos she never said…)
dp: I’ll see how the standard print comes out. Shame that £5.99 poster offer has ended…
Russ: Then use it, and use it often!
I will. Nay – I must.