Redisplaced

I’m back in Liverpool having endured the gauntlet of relatives and craziness that makes North Yorkshire special. Coming back to Liverpool makes me feel a bit like Anakin Skywalker must have felt when he succumbed to the Dark Side of the Force (except without the asthma and need for robotic legs). I always feel a slight unease when passing between Huddersfield and Staylebridge, you don’t notice it at the time but something in the natural order is upset…

Musings about the preternatural evil lurking in the heart of Lancashire aside, work has been quite dull this week. I’ve been breaking myself back into the habits of the daily grind and shopping for a new computer. Also I have acquired turntables (of the DJ kind) which take up far too much space, but which are keeping me busy (hence the lack of blogging recently)