I walked into Sherwood this afternoon and thought I would take a little detour to see if an old friend was there. The blue office chair was still there, in the snow, wedged between some bins and a row of gravestones. It is trapped in by a wall and a locked gate. I had to tip toe to take this photo.
Happy New Year!
There are a few things that I would like to achieve this year. I’m not a huge celebrator of New Year, however I always use it as a good opportunity to re-assess.
I think the two things that I really want to do is take at least a photo a day and write down at least a conversation a day. Here are my photographs:
My first conversation of the New Year was at 12.01am to a chap who thought it was a wise idea to shake up two bottles of beer and spray it on everyone in celebration. This didn’t go down particularly well, so my friend poured the remains of her gin and tonic over his head. My conversation with him went like this:
‘I don’t know why she did that.’
I explained that he had just sprayed everyone with beer.
‘I didn’t do it on purpose.’
I explained that that was not the truth and he had shaken them up and released the contents.
He seemed to accept this and later walked over and apologised.
[While all this was going on, the beer that hadn’t landed with immediate affect over us, was now dripping down on us from the ceiling.]