A Day Out in West Yorkshire

I apologise about the quality. I’m still getting to grips with my new camera phone.

Emley Moor mast

 

Emley Moor Mast
It’s like a giant willy! Piercing the sky, broadcasting it’s signal far and wide
The Bottom




View! View! Look how far you can see!



This is Yorkshire. Thirty years ago all that would have been coal mines


Gnomepants Manor. Yeah right! I wish


There is something sexual about canal boats entering a tunnel.


Here there be trains



In Yorkshire, even the sheep are made of steel.


All high streets in England look like this. Honest.


Essential for making a good rissoto.

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stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.