The good kind of knackered

Extra image just cos:

You may remember that I mentioned a while back that Boro has a Snowman trail, based on the 12 days of Christmas.

Well, it was in the papers today that the Snowmen that are in public had to be strengthened due to vandalism.  They also now have a sign on the base saying that they are monitored 24 hours a day by CCTV and vandals will be fined, prosecuted and, here I quote:

“Father Christmas will be told”.

I’ve just booked a weekend away in April.  After the sci-fi con I went to at the start of the month, I decided to save up to go again.  Then I got an email for a competition to win tickets again.  I entered and, unsurprisingly, won.  (Apparently, they are notorious for basically allowing anyone who enters to win.)

So, today I booked my ticket and signing pass.  Accommodation will be booked later, but it’s going to be another pod because it’s cheap and incredibly cute.

Yesterday, I went through to Newcastle to watch The Irishman.  Yes, I know it’s going to be on Netflix soon, but it’s Scorsese on the big screen, which I will never say no to.

I decided to eat at Byrons, which is one of the multitude of gourmet burger chains that have opened up in recent years, trying to pretend they are not like McDonalds or Burger King but really are.

The meal was aggressively average.  Really not worth the money.

The Irishman, by the way, is amazing.  Easily my favourite film of the year.  It is Scorsese’s masterpiece.  It seems like Goodfellas and Casino, themselves brilliant films, were mere auditions for this one.  Scorsese deserves the Best Director Oscar, Pesci the Best Actor one and the film itself Best Film.  Sadly, the Academy’s hatred of Netflix will prevent that from happening.  Which is a damn shame.

Today I went for my swim.  I was the only one in the pool, so I pushed myself.  That’s where the entry title comes from.

Next entry will likely be a political one.

Will