5th and 6th July

6^th July 09

My college tutor had set a task for us to blog our summer for a project he had in the pipeline for when I go back in September. He said it had to be about taking up a new hobby or sport, something along those lines. As you could probably tell from my body shape I don’t do sports, I go swimming once a week, however even that seems to have slowly comet o a halt. Nether the less I don’t like sport, unless you could drinking and wanking, in which case I’m definitely a contender for London 2012

On my walk home today I saw a sign that I had never seen before, I knew you could get silly ones, Jeremy Clarkson had clearly pointed it out to me, but I really liked this one. It said “West Yorkshire Police Horse Watch” I thought ok fair enough, but the thing I enjoyed the most was the tag line. “Fighting the Equine Crime” what a classic sign. I mean if you are a horse owner, getting you horse stolen is probably a big deal, similar to my worries about getting my phone or wallet robbed when I walk though town. Yet, how the fuck do you rob a horse?! It’s not like you can just pick it up and run, even putting it into a car would be a struggle, you know, considering it’s a big 7ft living creature and all that.

I considered watching the local cricket match on the way home, however I don’t really like cricket and it’s starting to rain, fuck it.

5^th July 09

Keighley had some sort of train celebration day today. A man came up to me, in between getting his wife to film him play ‘duelling banjo’s’ on a banjo we have in, and told me about it.
He said; “ We’re from Manchester, but just up today because the whole train thing”

After work I thought I would join in the fun and instead of my usual 662 bus I would get a train home. It was nice, every time one of the old steam trains pulled into the station a 50’s jazz band would burst into song whilst someone would talk about the train that had just pilled in. I was sat on platform 1 and could see the trains across the station pulling into platform 4; this was until a horrible, loud, run-down Morecombe train pulled into platform 2 blocking my view.

Anyway it was back to Bradford for me, on what would be my 7^th train of the weekend. Oh the joys of public transport…… and as I wrote that I was told that “Northern Rail are sorry to announce the 15.28 train to Leeds has been cancelled, Northern Rail are sorry for any inconvenience caused.” Fucking trains! Back to the 662 for me then.