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After doing some good for the community we decided to head to The Original Oak to do some good for ourselves – by taking advantage of grill night. While you were never going to get an amazing mixed grill for £6 including a drink it was never the less more than enough to fill me and indeed very good food given the price.

Today saw HAG expand in a new direction as we headed out to remove some of the graffiti in Hyde Park. It turned out to be really succesful, snowballing when a bunch of random kids from the block turned up and decided to help out – crazy times!

Despite flagging turn outs to recent Tuesday night summer socials, we ended up getting around a dozen people down to The Library tonight, possibly given more life by the recent camping trip but hopefully something that will continue throughout summer.

On getting back to Ingleton after the waterfall trail on Saturday we found ourselves in the middle of a 1940’s wartime recreation with everyone walking round in army uniforms or civilian period costumes.

Apparently the whole town gets involved – we wandered into a pub with lots of British flags and bunting lining it which I just presumed was a BNP rally but apparently that was part of the “recreation” too.

Myself and Lil debated at some length whether we were dead Silent Hill style or whether we had travelled back in time, or indeed even just accidentally wandered onto a holodeck. Namely because the 1940’s day had clearly been going on for some time and apparently wasn’t finishing that day either (it was all still there when we went past on the Sunday too).

Put up my tent to make sure it all worked.

Put it up in about 5 minutes. Took me 40 minutes to get it back down lol.

Sunday evening I met up with Felix and Craig as usual. Unfortunately Zoe had to work the next morning so couldn’t come and Becky’s too far under Leanne’s thumb to dare come out without Leanne’s permission so it was just the three of us.

Not that, that really brought things down as it meant we had a bit more freedom in where to eat and so went for a nice predictable choice 😀 . We ended up at Nando’s at Kirkstall so me and Craig could get some more loyalty stamps – indeed Craig had made it as a far as a free quarter chicken. Only seven more to go until the whole!

Having met everyone at The Library for our usual Sunday lunch fun – including a suprise guest appearance by Rob and Jewish Dan, I headed off with George to move some of his stuff back to Rochdale.

It’s an, interesting place, shall we say. Though it does have a very nice business park on the outskirts which if a second company was ever to take up some of the many arces of land available there would really brighten the place up.

Having got the night off on Saturday and Kate being bored as well we decided to hit the pub along with Norm, Liz, Oli and Si. Not that any of us live near the Deer Park any more but I still really love the pub and most of us drive these days (not like back in the day) so it seemed like a good enough choice.

Afterwards we headed into town which has always seemed like enemy territory on Saturday night – full of angry drunken locals, many of which I probably know and choose not to associate with for good reasons. Still Bourbon is always a good place to be as it wasn’t overly busy but there were enough people there to keep it lively.

OMG.

I mean, you think you’re doing alright, you’re cruising through life, got my car sorted, getting my house sorted, got through the first week of my new job. And then something like this happens.

I think we can all agree that there is a a hole in all of our lives. Whatever you thought of Jackson (who was found innocent of course) his music was universally loved, he was rightfully refered to as “the king of pop” and his album Thriller remains arguably the biggest selling album of all time.

If anyone else is planning to fly out for the funeral, let me know and we can organise something.

I made it home on Friday at around 6pm thinking I would have a rather relaxed weekend.

I had been scheduled to work on Friday but I had explained to work the week before that I didn’t work Friday evenings as it clashed with my real job but to ring me if they wanted me to do a different shift, which they hadn’t.

So anyway 6:30 rolls around and I get a phone call from work asking if I was coming in.

Predictably, really. Luckily I had kept my Friday evening free so I could head in. It turned out to be a reasonable night although it was gone 4am when I got home. You have to allow for a quick beer after work though, especially when you have a shopping trolley to chill out in.