Spots and Gits.
Kev's back and he's turned into a miserable old git.
Heaven knows what he'll be like when he gets to my age.
Last week we went to Liverpool. I decided to fork out twenty quid for our train fares rather than risk Kev's white van man style driving.
Anyway, 'twas I who wanted to see this exhibition at Liverpool Tate. So we took the bus to Oxford Rd which is 15 mins door to door. But the bus didn't stop at the station bus stop because of roadworks- so Kev raged and ranted at the totally innocent young female bus driver as I pretended I'd lost something under the seat.
A cyclist using a mobile phone was verbally abused as we walked to the station.
I thought the exhibition was great - but not suitable for chaps like my old friend Colin Baxendale who always walked round saying "I could do that" over and over - but could never explain why he didn't.
The familiar Damien Hirst spotty effort above is one of several hundreds - none of which was painted by Damian.
Someone had even painted the floor.
Kev eventually cheered up and calmed down as we walked over the road to Liverpool ONE to see Everton TWO. It was the day that the new away strip was launched and it's PINK!!
Don't tell anyone - but I was impressed by Liverpool. It's always seemed like Manchester's poor relation - but being European City of Culture must have done it good. Even the scousers looked smart and confident.
The train that took us home was heading for Norwich.
I was very tempted to stay on and visit my pleasant non grumpy East Angular blogging pals.