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I’ve only been to Dewsbury once but would hazard a guess it won’t be starting up any rival contemporary arts festivals any time soon. I met my dad and a mate of his there for an afternoon session a while back (on the grounds it is near enough half-way between Manchester and Newcastle on the trains, and has a bar on the platform). We had pork pies from the market before embarking on a tour of the towns seemingly innumerable no nonsense stonebuilt boozers, which after a while started to resemble each other, or perhaps we had just gone round in a circle and ended up back at the start. After the North East contingent departed I stayed on myself for an ill-advised couple of pints at that platform bar, then fell asleep on the train home and ended up at Manchester Airport.
I think they pump strange fumes into those trains that terminate at Manchester Airport because they must have the highest proportion of startled passengers waking up there with a jolt than any other station in the north. Dewsbury station bar is indeed a lovely place and one which I’ll investigate once there’s been a bit of quantitative easing.
Melanie sounds a legend. That’s a cracking comment from an 11 year old.
I’m off Facebook by the way. Got into a stupid argument with a friend of a friend about school snow days, and realised it brings me more irritation than enjoyment. Of course, my resolve may not last.
Yes, it can sow as much rancour as harmony. When I was in Huddersfield I didn’t miss it at all, and whenever I’m actually *doing* something, I forget it’s there.
Looby, speaking of budgetary peculiarities, I just sent you an email about seeing free arts gubbins in the east of England, by virtue being a mystery shopper. But it buh-bounced like a bad ‘un. Try my GMail.
Anyway, it might not be for you, that mystery shopper lark. I’m not sure how much you actually shop, but it sounds like your three-pound haircut has made you look decidedly mysterious.
I wish this wouldn’t happen. Misjudged spam is supposed to go into a spam folder from which I can correct the filter, but yours has disappeared. Thank you very much - I’d be most interested in hearing about that and will get in touch again through the Great Satan.
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