Showing posts with label york. Show all posts
Showing posts with label york. Show all posts

Sunday 15 March 2015

sleaford mods - the duchess, york march 5 2015



 

Filmed by JB Barrington (the support act) from the back of the stage, the magnificent aural onslaught that is The Sleaford Mods at The Duchess, York, at the start of the month.
I certainly enjoyed The Sleaford Mods, who lived up to my prior high expectations, but was also chuffed that JB Barrington was on first, a modern day bard of Salford, following in the footsteps of John Cooper Clarke. He was also great, and an unexpected surprise. As his favourite book is Robert Tressell's 'The Ragged Trousered Philanthropist, plus the fact that he was good enough to sign my copy of his poems, l will even overlook the fact that he is a ciddy fan. As they say at the end of  'Some Like it Hot' "Nobody's perfect".
A top night all round




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Friday 21 August 2009

York













Now back from York. I had a good time there, even though it was with work. Stayed at the York Royal hotel next to the train station, which was pretty large, to say the least (it's lit up in the photos). It is pretty close to the centre of York so York wasn't far to walk into, and the weather stayed sunny all the time l was there.

I don't usually bother seeing many sights when I go to York as it is usually for a concert or a day out on the lash. Made an effort this time and had a good look round. Went to some really old pubs, saw lots of buskers, ate traditional ale and steak pie (with mashed pots, no vegetables of course) and had plenty of ice cream and snacks.

There goes the diet (again).

Also went to see The Railway children at York Railway Museum. Very clever the way it was done, the audience on either side of a railway platform, with the action taking place alongside the railway lines. Scenery was moved up and down the line, and a real steam train was also used, which was pretty impressive.

The only thing with plays though, is l always think they go on too long. I would rather they were shorter. By the time the interval came, I was ready to leave. Let's face it, I knew what was going to happen, the steam train had already been used, and the girl had already waved her red bloomers at the train to stop it. Still worth seeing though.


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