I have been working on three pieces of writing at the same time. The political situation continues to of great interest with the publication of the extended Coalition Agreement and the leaking of the legislative programme in the Queen’s speech to two newspapers followed by this morning’s statement on how the Coalition is to save £6 billion during the current financial year with the Queen’s speech and opening political statements tomorrow.
Waking before 5am this morning I decided to stay up for the worldwide showing of the last episode of Lost having watched the penultimate episode on Friday at 9pm after catching up the previous three episodes on the i player earlier including on episode I had seen before but needed to be reminded of where the sixth season had reached..
So this writing is also catch up on the weekend commencing on Friday when I had an excellent long walk in the afternoon, going through North Marine Park to South Marine and gradually climbing to the highest level path with its grand view across the park to the coast. I had a sit down here and then decided to go in search of the Top club, the only venue with 3D screens in South Shields. Approaching the Town Hall I noticed a sign towards the Register Office and discovered that it a new registry office and marriage suite has been built on the site of the Bolingbroke Hall and where nearby there was the building run by the former shooting club. In addition to the registrar’s there is new contemporary designed housing. I did find the Top Club just before the junction where the main road becomes one way and where I used turn to the right towards the residential home where my mother lives during the last three years of her life. It is an unattractive building on two floors and presumable a working man member’s club which provides the facility for members of the DVD TV. There was no indication of public showings on the outside.
It was a long walk back and I was tempted to take a bus but resisted. I will try and find out where there are 3D showings South of the River before the world cup starts.
A frenetic advertise campaign has commenced as the there is three weeks to go before the start of the world cup and after an excellent campaign to reach the final stages of the competition in South Africa the media has been building up the hopes for a British success. There was a friendly match with Mexico at Wembley on Monday evening and although the game as won 3.1 it was not a fluent performance and had some worrying situations in defence. We will have to wait for the first match in the mini league groupings to make a better judgement

On Saturday morning I received a call just after 8,30 to say that the breakfast table and chairs had arrived and I was able to park in the loading bay outside. An assistant brought the pack on a trolley out to the car. It was well packed with clear instruction on how to assemble with the screw bolts in small marked plastic pockets corresponding to the diagram sheet. I had two problems with first aligning the seat to the support structure and then using nuts the bolts fixed the seat supports to the main seat frame. I spent about an hour and half on the assembly.
It was a glorious day and very hot around 80 degrees from around 9am through to 6pm. I forgot to change to a short sleeve shirt and sandals for a trip to Newcastle in the afternoon to the Baltic Contemporary Art centre. I took a very crowded Metro train to the Haymarket and then the Quayside bus, alighting on reaching the river and walking along to the Millennium Bridge. Alas the centre was almost closed in preparation for new exhibitions commencing in mid June. The atmosphere of Newcastle Streets has been transformed over the past decade with the emergence of the pavement cafe, bar, and restaurant. I would like to believe that the cause is the combination of social and climate change. Alas it is more to do with the ban on smoking inside of such premises.
The journey back was long as just outside of Shields the Metro train to three separate halts. The first two were to let not one but two trains out of the single line terminus station. The third stop seemed to have no reason other than to create a reasonable gap between the three trains and the one following in order to bring the crowds back from the popular seaside resort Shields becomes on such days.
I then went to the supermarket after watching the end of the Play off final for a team to join Newcastle and West Brom in the Premiership next season. Blackpool had come from behind twice to win 3 .2. I go back to the days when Blackpool had become a leading team through the playing of the legendry Sir Stanley Matthews and my first ever game to a top ground was Highbury when the game ended 4.4 I think. I ought to be able to check the score on some historical site if one exists, but not today.
The highlight of the evening was another episode of Wallander, a mystery over a missing chorister. I assumed this was a choir boy only to find it was a choir of 16 to 20 year old girls. It was another high calibre tour de force acting drama although I worked out the “who dun it” early on despite several carefully laid red herrings. First it could have been one of the other girls in the choir responsible fort he death of the missing after she had been kidnapped and held prisoner, then the boyfriend of this girl who appeared to have a controlling Muslim father and it was possible he was responsible. The boyfriend became the main suspect because he had been a racist skinhead with three convictions for GBH. Then it was a middle aged man who appeared to be stalking the girl friend of the murdered, especially after she went missing and the other girl was found dead in the woods having broken out of the place where she had been held prisoner.
This man was given a very hard time by the young female probationer policewoman after he had disclosed he was the father of the second missing girl who had walked out on the family when she was a few weeks old. Her own father had done likewise but in this film the suspect was full of remorse and is seriously wounded when he helps to free his daughter from her captor. I guessed all along it was the choir mistress who had seduced both the girls despite their being active heterosexually. In a nice circular twist the second girl had been with the boyfriend of the killed girl until she had taken him from her, She had then discarded the young man who had then become something of a stalker phoning her 38 times on his mobile phone. Similarly the cause of the situation which developed was that the killed girl had replaced the other in the ‘affections ‘ of the Choir mistress.
There was also strong evidence that the girl had fallen and hit her head badly while being chased having escaped, but there was no mistaking the murderous intent of the mistress or the suggestion that she was a serial seducer of young girls in the choir. However the series flourishes because of the depth of characterization
Sunday was forecast as another glorious summer’s day so I prepared early for the afternoon start of a 40 over cricket competition match between Durham and Leicestershire, arriving at the ground some two hours before the first over and claiming a seat at the top of gangway behind the bowlers arm and then enjoying a prepared crab meat salad and some cold water lunch. It was time for a good walk in the Riverside Park which some will say is jinxed. There was the incident when a woman was killed when a contemporary art inflatable broke its moorings and several participants were flung into the air. Then there was horror near tragedy miracle of the little boy to fell down an uncovered drain in the grassed playing area and was swept through the drain into the river wear to be rescued by an anxious parent as he emerged. The river here on hot days is inviting. There is a spot well into the park on the other side of the river where teenage boys like to jump from a swinging rope. The main road bridge over the river from Haughton Le Spring is under repair with scaffolding and some local youths were climbing into the middle of the river and jumping off. They ignored a notice which advised that four young men had died in the river at this spot during recent years.
The less said about the cricket with Durham electing to bat after winning the toss and struggling to make 189 runs at a rate of under five runs an over. The visitors started at a rate of ten runs an over which they maintained for the first ten thus ending any hope of Durham winning the game. The bowling was not just good enough.
I had decided to obtain a season ticket for the 20 20 series which I thought would cost me £70. I was delighted to find that the price was only £35, that is less the £5 a game.
At least I had two much needed walks. The weather clouded during the afternoon but then brightened and became warm as the evening approached.
And this brings me to Monday, today and the less said about the cricket again. I waited until 11am before deciding to travel to the game and finding that Durham had won the toss and were 4 runs for no wickets. Just after setting off I realised I had little petrol and attempted to fill up sufficiently to get me there and back at a garage at the start of the road to Newcastle. However there was a problem with credit card payment machine and after waiting some five to ten minuets I went off to another garage I knew was further along road approaching the junction between the main road from Sunderland to Newcastle. Despite arriving about an hour after the game had started there was no difficulty in park in my favourite area close tot eh river.
I was shocked to find that Durham had lost four wickets within the space of six runs and the scoreboard said 30 for 4. I went to the gents and then stood at the boundary fence leaning on a walking stick and enjoyed a forty minuet chat with a woman in her thirties perhaps a little older with a later confirmed South African accent who I wondered if she was the wife of one of the South African’s in the side. Late a gateman said she was a friend of Durham’s Coach so it was just as well I showed some understanding of the game and Durham’s present predicament. It was some thing of a horror show with eight wickets down before lunch and all out early afternoon for 121. When it was evident our bowling could not respond to the playing conditions as had Kent, I decided to off in search of some summer trousers, and decided to call in at the Washing shopping centre, the Galleries rather than Travelling all the way into Sunderland. There was no M and S and I had great difficulty in locating the toilet. I was not impressed with centre in other respect having had a full tour to try and find public toilets and eventually resorting to those in the Azda supermarket, There is also a Sainsbury so it is unusual to fund two supermarkets in such close proximity. It was here that I did my good deed for the day find a man older than myself in a distressed condition in the toilets as he had badly wet himself showing down one leg of his trousers and he felt unable to leave. I found an assistant who turned out to be a manager or the manager. and she arranged for a young assistant to investigate further.
I return to the cricket to find Durham had managed to take 5 wickets but Kent had already passed the Durham Total. Although three more wickets were to fall Kent had reached 300 by close of play. I was long homeward bound before then finding the situation unbearable to watch. I had intended staying for the Members meeting at which the new captain and the Chief Executive were scheduled to speak. The weather changed as predicted to somewhere between 10 and 20 as there was a cold wind and skies darkened. Having risen at five I was in bed and asleep long before the football friendly ended, rising again in early hours so my sleep pattern has again been severely disrupted, but of my own making.
There was also another instance of the missing mobile phone, which was discovered 24 hours later on the table in the patio when it had lain during the assembly of the new table and chairs.
Waking before 5am this morning I decided to stay up for the worldwide showing of the last episode of Lost having watched the penultimate episode on Friday at 9pm after catching up the previous three episodes on the i player earlier including on episode I had seen before but needed to be reminded of where the sixth season had reached..
So this writing is also catch up on the weekend commencing on Friday when I had an excellent long walk in the afternoon, going through North Marine Park to South Marine and gradually climbing to the highest level path with its grand view across the park to the coast. I had a sit down here and then decided to go in search of the Top club, the only venue with 3D screens in South Shields. Approaching the Town Hall I noticed a sign towards the Register Office and discovered that it a new registry office and marriage suite has been built on the site of the Bolingbroke Hall and where nearby there was the building run by the former shooting club. In addition to the registrar’s there is new contemporary designed housing. I did find the Top Club just before the junction where the main road becomes one way and where I used turn to the right towards the residential home where my mother lives during the last three years of her life. It is an unattractive building on two floors and presumable a working man member’s club which provides the facility for members of the DVD TV. There was no indication of public showings on the outside.
It was a long walk back and I was tempted to take a bus but resisted. I will try and find out where there are 3D showings South of the River before the world cup starts.
A frenetic advertise campaign has commenced as the there is three weeks to go before the start of the world cup and after an excellent campaign to reach the final stages of the competition in South Africa the media has been building up the hopes for a British success. There was a friendly match with Mexico at Wembley on Monday evening and although the game as won 3.1 it was not a fluent performance and had some worrying situations in defence. We will have to wait for the first match in the mini league groupings to make a better judgement

On Saturday morning I received a call just after 8,30 to say that the breakfast table and chairs had arrived and I was able to park in the loading bay outside. An assistant brought the pack on a trolley out to the car. It was well packed with clear instruction on how to assemble with the screw bolts in small marked plastic pockets corresponding to the diagram sheet. I had two problems with first aligning the seat to the support structure and then using nuts the bolts fixed the seat supports to the main seat frame. I spent about an hour and half on the assembly.
It was a glorious day and very hot around 80 degrees from around 9am through to 6pm. I forgot to change to a short sleeve shirt and sandals for a trip to Newcastle in the afternoon to the Baltic Contemporary Art centre. I took a very crowded Metro train to the Haymarket and then the Quayside bus, alighting on reaching the river and walking along to the Millennium Bridge. Alas the centre was almost closed in preparation for new exhibitions commencing in mid June. The atmosphere of Newcastle Streets has been transformed over the past decade with the emergence of the pavement cafe, bar, and restaurant. I would like to believe that the cause is the combination of social and climate change. Alas it is more to do with the ban on smoking inside of such premises.
The journey back was long as just outside of Shields the Metro train to three separate halts. The first two were to let not one but two trains out of the single line terminus station. The third stop seemed to have no reason other than to create a reasonable gap between the three trains and the one following in order to bring the crowds back from the popular seaside resort Shields becomes on such days.
I then went to the supermarket after watching the end of the Play off final for a team to join Newcastle and West Brom in the Premiership next season. Blackpool had come from behind twice to win 3 .2. I go back to the days when Blackpool had become a leading team through the playing of the legendry Sir Stanley Matthews and my first ever game to a top ground was Highbury when the game ended 4.4 I think. I ought to be able to check the score on some historical site if one exists, but not today.
The highlight of the evening was another episode of Wallander, a mystery over a missing chorister. I assumed this was a choir boy only to find it was a choir of 16 to 20 year old girls. It was another high calibre tour de force acting drama although I worked out the “who dun it” early on despite several carefully laid red herrings. First it could have been one of the other girls in the choir responsible fort he death of the missing after she had been kidnapped and held prisoner, then the boyfriend of this girl who appeared to have a controlling Muslim father and it was possible he was responsible. The boyfriend became the main suspect because he had been a racist skinhead with three convictions for GBH. Then it was a middle aged man who appeared to be stalking the girl friend of the murdered, especially after she went missing and the other girl was found dead in the woods having broken out of the place where she had been held prisoner.
This man was given a very hard time by the young female probationer policewoman after he had disclosed he was the father of the second missing girl who had walked out on the family when she was a few weeks old. Her own father had done likewise but in this film the suspect was full of remorse and is seriously wounded when he helps to free his daughter from her captor. I guessed all along it was the choir mistress who had seduced both the girls despite their being active heterosexually. In a nice circular twist the second girl had been with the boyfriend of the killed girl until she had taken him from her, She had then discarded the young man who had then become something of a stalker phoning her 38 times on his mobile phone. Similarly the cause of the situation which developed was that the killed girl had replaced the other in the ‘affections ‘ of the Choir mistress.
There was also strong evidence that the girl had fallen and hit her head badly while being chased having escaped, but there was no mistaking the murderous intent of the mistress or the suggestion that she was a serial seducer of young girls in the choir. However the series flourishes because of the depth of characterization
Sunday was forecast as another glorious summer’s day so I prepared early for the afternoon start of a 40 over cricket competition match between Durham and Leicestershire, arriving at the ground some two hours before the first over and claiming a seat at the top of gangway behind the bowlers arm and then enjoying a prepared crab meat salad and some cold water lunch. It was time for a good walk in the Riverside Park which some will say is jinxed. There was the incident when a woman was killed when a contemporary art inflatable broke its moorings and several participants were flung into the air. Then there was horror near tragedy miracle of the little boy to fell down an uncovered drain in the grassed playing area and was swept through the drain into the river wear to be rescued by an anxious parent as he emerged. The river here on hot days is inviting. There is a spot well into the park on the other side of the river where teenage boys like to jump from a swinging rope. The main road bridge over the river from Haughton Le Spring is under repair with scaffolding and some local youths were climbing into the middle of the river and jumping off. They ignored a notice which advised that four young men had died in the river at this spot during recent years.
The less said about the cricket with Durham electing to bat after winning the toss and struggling to make 189 runs at a rate of under five runs an over. The visitors started at a rate of ten runs an over which they maintained for the first ten thus ending any hope of Durham winning the game. The bowling was not just good enough.
I had decided to obtain a season ticket for the 20 20 series which I thought would cost me £70. I was delighted to find that the price was only £35, that is less the £5 a game.
At least I had two much needed walks. The weather clouded during the afternoon but then brightened and became warm as the evening approached.
And this brings me to Monday, today and the less said about the cricket again. I waited until 11am before deciding to travel to the game and finding that Durham had won the toss and were 4 runs for no wickets. Just after setting off I realised I had little petrol and attempted to fill up sufficiently to get me there and back at a garage at the start of the road to Newcastle. However there was a problem with credit card payment machine and after waiting some five to ten minuets I went off to another garage I knew was further along road approaching the junction between the main road from Sunderland to Newcastle. Despite arriving about an hour after the game had started there was no difficulty in park in my favourite area close tot eh river.
I was shocked to find that Durham had lost four wickets within the space of six runs and the scoreboard said 30 for 4. I went to the gents and then stood at the boundary fence leaning on a walking stick and enjoyed a forty minuet chat with a woman in her thirties perhaps a little older with a later confirmed South African accent who I wondered if she was the wife of one of the South African’s in the side. Late a gateman said she was a friend of Durham’s Coach so it was just as well I showed some understanding of the game and Durham’s present predicament. It was some thing of a horror show with eight wickets down before lunch and all out early afternoon for 121. When it was evident our bowling could not respond to the playing conditions as had Kent, I decided to off in search of some summer trousers, and decided to call in at the Washing shopping centre, the Galleries rather than Travelling all the way into Sunderland. There was no M and S and I had great difficulty in locating the toilet. I was not impressed with centre in other respect having had a full tour to try and find public toilets and eventually resorting to those in the Azda supermarket, There is also a Sainsbury so it is unusual to fund two supermarkets in such close proximity. It was here that I did my good deed for the day find a man older than myself in a distressed condition in the toilets as he had badly wet himself showing down one leg of his trousers and he felt unable to leave. I found an assistant who turned out to be a manager or the manager. and she arranged for a young assistant to investigate further.
I return to the cricket to find Durham had managed to take 5 wickets but Kent had already passed the Durham Total. Although three more wickets were to fall Kent had reached 300 by close of play. I was long homeward bound before then finding the situation unbearable to watch. I had intended staying for the Members meeting at which the new captain and the Chief Executive were scheduled to speak. The weather changed as predicted to somewhere between 10 and 20 as there was a cold wind and skies darkened. Having risen at five I was in bed and asleep long before the football friendly ended, rising again in early hours so my sleep pattern has again been severely disrupted, but of my own making.
There was also another instance of the missing mobile phone, which was discovered 24 hours later on the table in the patio when it had lain during the assembly of the new table and chairs.
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