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Our forgotten towns are calling..

I really like, nay, I love The Levellers.  I know I don’t mention it very often.  So it’s rather exciting to report that following a campaign prior to their latest music video released I’ve managed to get two photographs included in it.  The brief was to find photos evocative of ‘Our Forgotten Towns’ – closed or run down areas.

Having wandered aimlessly around Grantham I took a couple of pictures of the closed down Game store there – this is the sixth image shown in the video.  There’s one I took in Nottingham too of Murphy’s Bar and Grill on Parliament Street, which is all boarded up.  To say I’ve found this news monumentally exciting is somewhat of an understatement.

Not only to have have the singular honour of getting a name credit at the end of the video, but the band are kindly sending me a signed poster by way of saying thanks.  The countdown is on for the new album release now, it’s not long!  In the meantime, here’s the video:

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Out and about again..

Lots more exploring of late – some re-explorations, some expansions, new discoveries and future plans.  I’m not quite sure what has prompted this odd behaviour but it’s getting me out and about and helpful for project Fatty, so I’m not complaining!

Having visited Mum and Dad’s new house and had a MASSIVE mixed grill I headed out for a long walk to work off some of it – I ended up off down the old railway track, this time I found a way through to the Netherfield Lagoons near the end of the railway line.  This does hark back to childhood, my Dad used to often take Rich and I down there (when it was just abandoned industrial land).  I got down as far as the River Trent.

Looking back to Gedling from Netherfield Lagoons

I must revisit and find some old haunts – I ended up on some rather sinister open railway crossings whilst idly looking for some old tunnels we used to use to shoot Dad’s air rifle.  I didn’t find them so eventually started to head back in the direction I’d come – the walk ended up being around seven miles and a fairly brisk pace, I was flagging a few times as my body came to terms with activity and the monumental amount of dead animal it was breaking down.

A new discovery for us was a joint mission with Cat – we headed out for a jaunt to Gedling Woods, this too was working off the excesses of Dad’s 60th birthday party where much buffet and drink was consumed.  It started with a wander through the streets and alleyways and eventually we found ourselves at the top of a steep hill and at the woods – we lapped the woods, then lapped the meadows near Carlton Le Willows school before heading back – finding some mystery footpath which eventually dropped us onto the railway track.  We ended up with a four mile walk.

Looking towards the River Trent from the top of the meadow at Gedling Woods

Then another rediscovery – my previous tunnel antics had awakened the interest of some friends so I’d agreed to act as a guide for another visit.  So Rich, Phil, Chris and I went for a wander in the old tunnel again – it was a good laugh.  I have other folks interested too, perhaps I should set up a business.  I was reading about the future development plans for the site – there should’ve been 700 houses there last year, I guess the recession is biting, it’s doing me a favour though!

Hopefully the development continues to stall, whilst the industrial part of the site isn’t that pretty, and most of the nature reserve will be preserved, it would be a shame to have a new big estate right on our doorstep and the inevitable closing off of the tunnel which will be really close to where the housing is planned to be.  We had a few amusing ideas regarding the tunnel, perhaps more on that later.  I await my next party to tunneldom with excitement!

The ol’ ‘torch under the face’ routine makes me look a bit like my mate DanR!

Then a future plan – thanks to Mike observing our exploring antics on Facebook he’s alerted us to an abandoned half-demolished asylum that is ripe for some wandering about for strange middle-aged men – so in that spirit we’ve made plans to do so on Sunday afternoon/evening when there’s apparently no security there.  I shall take the camera, of course.  There’s a couple of embryonic thoughts of sites in Nottingham to look at too.

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Underground, overground, wombling free..

Lambley Lane crossing over the disused railway line

So, having been exploring the Gedling Pit site and as an offshoot ending up going underground, I was pondering the feasibility of hooking up with the old Great Northern railway line that ran through the tunnel in the other direction, getting a different view of areas I’m very familiar with.  Effectively the line actually very nearly connects Cat and I’s current home in Gedling with my old house in Netherfield.

Burton Road from above

It’s really easy to get onto the Railway line at the back of the park on Lambley Lane – and it’s pretty much open, and quite widely used, I encountered a few dog walkers, some kids who ran away from me before reappearing to ask me where the track led, a couple of blokes using it as a shortcut from the shops.  Walking from the pit site you get to go over a few of the small bridges that I’ve driven under countless times, past the former Gedling Railway Station and then over the bigger bridge near the bottom of Shearing Hill crossing Burton Road.

Alongside the Recreation Ground there’s an attempt to block the way off with fences where the old route crosses the active railway lines, but the fences have been ‘adjusted’ and you can get through, you go past the allotments, and the route arcs towards Victoria Retail Park and under the Colwick Loop Road before terminating at Victoria Road on Netherfield with a substantial fence and no gaps that I could  find.  Shortly after this crossing the line rejoins the main and still-active line near Netherfield Station anyway, so it’s not too frustrating to have come to an end at this point.

Surprise little wood…

So I turned back and decided to head through a well-worn path off to the side which took me to a path that leads through to Netherfield, to the right there was an idyllic woodland that occupies the space between the Railway Line, the Loop Road and the Allotments – very pretty, with paths all over it none of which seem to lead anywhere in particular.  So, I headed back to the path to Netherfield, took that and meandered in and around the Loop Road before ending up back at Burton Road Recreation Ground.

The spire of All Hallow’s Church in Gedling

Then it was a case of walking back home on the road route, which meant I could see glimpses of where I’d been from a more familiar position of the roadside, it also meant I could walk back through Gedling itself which through familiarity is sometimes easy to take for granted – it’s a place with many lovely things about it, even All Hallows Church – a temple of oppression – is ridiculously idyllic.  The until-now unnoticed information board near there taught me a few things, including a revelation of J.R.R. Tolkien being a visitor to the place.

So there you go, an overground ramble close to home that shows you familiar sights from unfamiliar angles – in a way I’m really kicking myself that I’ve never troubled to find these things before.  All the pictures I took are here on Facebook should you want to have a peruse.

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Letters from the Underground..

So I’ve been out exploring again, and this time with some kindred spirits!  Thanks to my tendency to advertise my thoughts and planned activities on Facebook I was able to lure Doug and Dave into joining me on my re-visit to the Mapperley Tunnel – this time with a torch powerful enough to see where we were going.

Having retrospectively done some working out on a map, I reckon we made it half way through the tunnel before turning back – after the second ‘Pepper Pot’ (air vents that above the ground resemble brick-built table accoutrements) the tunnel is partially backfilled with earth and rubble.  We did labour on for a while but with the ceiling increasingly getting lower and uncertainty about how much further we could get we eventually gave up I think somewhere under Woodborough Road/Plains Road itself.

So, the start was the slightly awkward process of meeting each other at the old entrance to Gedling Colliery – once our band was complete it’s a fairly short yomp through past the waste disposal site and into the woods to eventually get to the spooky site of the tunnel entrance, a valley strewn with fallen trees, a long-discarded car, some disposable barbecues that were new since my last visit (and we think we know the culprits for).

Anyway, new torch out – it’s small, but it’s mighty – and lit the way admirably, ably assisted by a couple of head torches and Doug’s LED monster.  It was quite boggy underfoot at times, and any adventurers need to watch out for holes in the floor at intervals.  To either side frequent alcoves, and often really quite pretty sediment formations due to the water that clearly pervades through nearly all the crumbling Victorian brickwork.

Yard markers are painted on the walls to help you keep track of distance (of course, we didn’t notice this ’til the way back), and so effective was the torch on wide-beam mode that we passed straight under the first of the two air-vents you can access easily without noticing the pool of light on the floor.  Fortunately we spotted it on the way back!  The second air-vent you can’t miss, because a veritable mountain of detritus has been thrown down it over the years, resulting in a floor-to-ceiling stack of crap.

We clambered around this and almost immediately there’s a ramp of rubble and earth where the backfilling of the tunnel began.  As the ceiling of the tunnel got closer and closer, and the beams threatened to knock out even Dave, we eventually (and slightly reluctantly) called it a day and started to head back.  Post-exploration mapping and estimation makes me think we made it around half way through the total tunnel length, putting us underneath somewhere close to the junction of Mapperley Plains and Gedling Road/Arnold Lane.

It’s partly sated my strange fascination with the place – although having seen the progress we made, and learned from a friend who went to Scouts at the Weaverthorpe Road Scout Hut that as kids they excavated their way into what seemed an open-looking tunnel at the other end only to be scared by some disturbed foxes.  So I can’t help but idly wonder whether or not the backfilling of the tunnel was never total, and with a degree of scrabbling and a lot of crouching it could be passable.  It wouldn’t be comfortable, though!

So, we headed back – more leisurely and more sightseeing.  Amusingly we encountered further evidence of the erstwhile barbecuers outside, a school planning from Arnold Hill, my old stomping ground, belonging to a child called Niall Beckett (who apparently has a bit of a thing for a girl called Chelsie, and a catalogue of excuses for not doing Physical Education).  Further down the tunnel back towards the entrance we found a Science workbook belonging to someone called Sam Harvey.

The reason we could make the link was other papers outside again featuring a lot of writing about Chelsie!  Funny to think that the last time I went any distance under the tunnel I was attending Arnold Hill School.

Another pleasant stroll through the woods and we parted company at the entrance to the Colliery Site feeling suitably pleased with ourselves – with plans to find other sites that might bear a good old explore (the big old warehouse near the BBC building in Nottingham is very high up in my list – and now I have found some kindred spirits it might just motivate me to make good on these impulses I have!).  For reference here’s my map of where the tunnel is and how far we managed to get before getting a bit fed up of bending over too much!

Photos of this expedition are here, and a (pretty shonky) video is here.

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Meandering..

Given the weather is so warm I opted to pop out for a walk after work today instead of a run, craving some degree of exercise having missed out on Tuesday football and indulged in a lot of celebratory food and drink at my works’ ‘Best of the Best Awards’ dinner last night (I was pipped to the post in my category – Boots is a veritable haven of awesomeness when it comes to folk who do great stuff for charities and community schemes, so it was always going to be competitive).

Looking out from Mapperley Tunnel

Anyway.. I decided to take the camera with me this time, and head into the old Gedling Pit site again.  I even chucked a head-torch in my pocket incase the whim took me to revisit the Mapperley railway tunnel.  I did revisit it, the torch was nigh on useless – a high power torch will be the way to go should anybody want to venture further down there.  So I continued an aimless meander and eventually found my way to the top of the old pit slag heap – this has grassed over and been planted with trees and is a nature reserve.

A defensive Lapwing circles me warning me away from its’ nesting site

There were echoes of the Terns on their island up north when some shrill cries accompanied a bird who started doing quite close laps of me warning me away from their ground nesting sites.  I retraced my steps a little and found a way without going too close by, it turns out they were Northern Lapwings – they have a degree of protection under EU law as their population has dwindled somewhat – so it’s great they’ve found a good habitat so close by to home.

From the top of the slag-heap as was (okay, it is more charmingly known as Wicketwood Hill now if my phone’s map application is to be believed) you are afforded a lovely panoramic view of Gedling and beyond over the floodplains to the Trent.  There’s an easy way down to the top end of Lambley Lane too making it less faff to get back home compared to the meandering route I’d taken to get up there – it looks like you could get down to Spring Lane too – I must admit, I’m quite enjoying the childlike exploration of the local wilderness, I’m going to do some more of it.

Where we live we’re blessed with lots of lovely parks and countryside to explore around – as well as the echoes of old industry or transport that I find fascinating, whether it be abandoned railway routes (the railway line that ran through the Mapperley Tunnel through to Woodthorpe loops right through our estate and through Gedling down Shearing Hill (I think there used to be a station there years ago), over the bridge and round through Netherfield, very close to my first house on Godfrey Street – it originally would’ve headed off to London to the South, through the tunnel and onward in the other direction would’ve taken you to Daybrook.

Gedling from on-high

The new Victoria Station in Nottingham (which is obviously now a big ugly shopping centre) rendered the route superseded, of course, the tunnel succumbing to subsidence didn’t help either – although the suburban network of tunnels that are now inaccessible replaced the route for a while.  I wish they’d open up all the tunnels for would-be explorers – the magnitude and ambition of their creation is phenomenal even by today’s standards, when you consider when they were built it becomes even more amazing.

Anyway, enough of my statto-like nonsense – it all started by going out for a walk, and I’ve taken in a degree of bird-watching, industrial reminisces and old railway routes.  I might as well get the anorak and leather-bound notebook right now, hadn’t I?  Having wandered more around the site of the colliery in the route to get up the hill, it’s amazing how little remains of what obviously was at one point a very heavily developed site with lots of infrastructure.  It is kinda nice to see nature gradually taking over, though!

I’ve uploaded more pictures to Facebook, and a funky panoramic thingamajig from the top of the hill which I really like 🙂

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The fat of the land..

“Revenge is sweet, and not fattening”

Hmm, since I wrote the last blog post (or maybe some time in between the last two blog posts if I think about it) I’ve shed about a stone and a half.  I’ve never really been bothered by body image, my general default setting is overweight but reasonably fit through regular football – but I guess the ravages of age combined with a continued “If I want it, eat it” policy finally caught up with me when I had an ‘Alfred Hitchcock’ moment when vacating the shower a few weeks back.

That said, the picture my friend Chris took of me with the ridiculous tall Levellers fiddler Jon Sevink does, on reflection, look like a picture of a normal sized but skinny guy with a short fat man.  Worrying!

The only time I’ve actively been on a weight-loss drive was a crash-course to shed some pounds before a Sky Dive.  Only to find that they never even bloody weighed me so I could’ve easily got away with it!  This time around with the ubiquitous nature of Smart Phones I’ve brought technology to the heart of the process, because let’s face it, if I get to do that it’s more likely to motivate me!

Strange really – it’s the age old tried and tested formula, eat less – in my case – I’ve made tentative starts in taking up running, but I’m not very fond of it early doors, but in a typical week I’m pretty happy with my exercise levels.  It’s the taking the time out to consciously note what I’m eating that’s been quite illuminating – the App I’m using (MyFitnessPal) will scan barcodes or let me ‘quick add’ calories (and indeed, strike them off for exercising).

Levellers fiddler Jon Sevink, an average height man, with a short fat bloke.

I’ve been generally eating under 1000 calories a day net of exercise (with a few significant blips for nights out or special occasions) and after the initial shock-factor am actually not finding it too bad.  The first couple of weeks were tricky, particularly balancing getting lunch right on football days to give me the right fuel levels – but I think I’m just about there.  Of course, a mild stomach infection or minor case of food poisoning probably fast-tracked a few pounds off as well!

In other news next week is a swanky awards dinner at work at which I’m up for an award for being a ‘Community Hero’ at work – which is mostly very humbling and flattering, and a little bit awkward – because, well, contributing to charitable endeavours or community projects isn’t something you do to snag awards.

Further forward in time I’ve booked tickets for the Levellers playing an Acoustic gig in Buxton with Cat – since it’s a sit-down venue it makes it a bit more sedate than a typical Levs gig, which I can make up for at the Splendour Festival in Nottingham a little beforehand, and more-than-likely at Rock City in November too.  I’ve also booked tickets to see the Wonder Stuff, Pop Will Eat Itself and Jesus Jones in Birmingham just before Christmas which is rather exciting.

To return to topic, so to speak, I plan on keeping up project weightless for another stone or so, I think – that will put me comfortably in the normal BMI range (another 5 or 6 pounds will put me at the top end of normal).  Then I’ll probably just lapse into old habits and balloon into a big fatty again!

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Another head hangs lowly, childhood slowly taken..

Ha, I was lamenting not posting anything on here for a while, started writing something, deleted it – then for the second time today the subject matter of first discoveries of the Internet cropped up.  I suppose I’m privileged in a way to have spent my formative years without the all-pervading online monster – although many would argue (quite reasonably) that I’ve made up for lost time in spades.  Somebody posted on the LTLF forum asking for people’s first experience of the Internet, this was my (probably quite hasty on reflection) response…

My first experience of ‘the internet’ was visiting Nottingham University with my A Level class. By that point we were using our modems to access bulletin boards rather than the internet proper. I remember ripping CDs to mp3 to upload – indeed, I suspect I uploaded more than I downloaded, which is a strange reversal these days.

Thankfully the bulletin boards (I can’t even remember what they were called now!) were all on Diamond Cable numbers so they were free to call after 6pm and at weekends.

The internet proper followed, still via modem – I’d run an extension cable from my room to the phone point in my parent’s room – which malfunctioned occasionally, so would cause the phones in the house to ring. Awkward at 2am! Also it was a nightmare if someone picked the phone up when you were mid-download!

Gradually we’d end up round people’s houses sharing connections around networks (usually Pip’s house!). God, people who’ve only known broadband don’t know they’re born!

Fuck all that shit though, I can remember ordering public domain disks for my Amiga from mail-order catalogues or sometimes picking ’em up at Car Boot sales! There was something better about that, copy disks at your mates house and trading, watching demos like Jesus on E’s or State of the Art, reading disk-based fanzines like Grapevine. Jolly Roger’s cookbook?

Ah, anyone who didn’t spend hours mastering the intricacies of X-Copy III hasn’t lived!

It really is amazing thinking back to the advances in home and office based computing in my relatively short adulthood – the instant nature of information exchange, exacerbated by mobile technology keeping us plugged into email, Facebook or anything else at all times.  Scary.  And quite cool, because I am a geek, after all.

In other not random reminisces I’ve not really been up to much – anyone in or around the Forest match on Saturday might’ve noticed a bunch of unruly pirates in attendance, I was one of those.  I’m glad the football season has finished, to be honest, this one has been draining in the extreme.  Forest have graciously (sic) frozen season ticket prices, which on reflection is probably sensible, with the sad passing of former-owner Nigel Doughty and his estate seeking to dispose of the club then barring an unlikely billionaire take-over Forest will need their fans more than ever ongoing.

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Mush!

I’ve had a few exciting adventures lately – well, not that exciting – but fun.  The first was courtesy of a gift from Cat, which involved the both of us trekking to Tewkesbury for an overnight stay before getting up to head to Croft Farm to do some Husky Mushing with the awesome Arctic Quest.  Being very much a dog person it was brilliant to become a temporary member of Vickie and Chantelle’s pack of mostly-Huskies.

Returning to base after the middle run - with rain and hail starting to fall

After an initial meet-and-greet with their six dogs, in hierarchy order so as not to trigger any power struggles within the group, we got to grips with the rig with just two dogs hooked up.  They’re really well trained – but do need to know they can’t ‘take the piss’ so you need to encourage them to spur them on, but they take it pretty steady on the first run, then back again – it was quite exhilarating despite the leisurely pace.  As the heavens opened we retreated for surprisingly tasty boil-in-the-bag food that had been cooking over the campfire.

The Huskies in the hail, from left to right we have Nakuk, Koda, Minx, Willow and Mckinnley - alpha female Dashka had sensibly retired to the van at this point!

A brief respite in the blustery conditions allowed us to take to the ‘main run’ – a practice run this time with three dogs down two sides of a field and back.  Much faster and much more fun.  As the heavens opened again we went into ‘time trial’ mode – Cat with three dogs, fatter me with four – we went for a lap of the field in spite of their being ‘something dead’ on the third straight.  Both of us managed to mush our way round in a time that Vickie possibly charitably described as ‘outstanding’ – 1:40 something for Cat, 1:30 something for me (with the extra dog).

It was apparently their first instance of completing the timed lap in fairly substantial hail though, so if you liken it to Top Gear it was very much a ‘wet lap’ that we did, we have also been party to what Vickie coined ‘Extreme Mushing’ – awesome!

Such a great experience – I’d really recommend it, one of those “Aah, if I didn’t have bills to pay, wouldn’t that be a great way to live?” moments.  You should definitely book on to the experience.  Just learning about the different roles and personalities of the pack were great, and how to deal with those different types of dog as you were spurring them on to run for you.  Plus McKinnley and Nanuk were amongst the cutest hounds I’ve encountered (they all were, in fairness!), and I’m lucky to have experienced many of those over the last few years!

The other ‘adventure’ or perhaps more simply just a reminisce.  As part of project ‘be less of a fatty’ I decided to go for a run after work, this is quite an alien concept to me, but given the recent success in losing some weight through utilising apps and suchlike, I wondered if a run-tracking app might motivate me.  Being a short-burst-football type of person finding a sustained running pace was tricky, then I got a bit distracted when tackling what I’d figured out to be a scenic spot for a run because it was also an old childhood haunt.

The long abandoned Mapperley Railway Tunnel which is oddly still accessible (although from childhood memory is backfilled a mile or two from the opening)

So rather than dutifully running around the nature reserve a trigger from the past found me scrabbling around looking for the old railway cutting that would lead to the Mapperley Railway tunnel.  As you can see from the snap, it wasn’t ideal conditions underfoot but it was amusing to find it, the last time I was there – probably some twenty or more years ago – it seemed so much bigger!  I resisted the urge to go exploring inside, it doesn’t look in great condition!  This seeking rather ruined my running time on the app!

Heading back a slightly different route it was amazing to note how much of the old Gedling Colliery site has been cleared (unless I bimbled past it oblivious!) – my memories of the area were very much a recently vacated industrial area, it’s now very much reclaimed by nature, which is nice, lots of rabbits and birds clearly feel comfortable enough to have settled only to be disturbed by the occasional ‘runner’ and some dog walkers.  The old rubbish tip was the last thing I encountered, now cleared but for the odd discarded tyre.  Strange how things can be so familiar, but so different!

Either way, spending all last week seriously cutting down my calorie intake has seen me shift around half a stone if the ropey scales in our bathroom are to be believed.  Tonight’s run-combined-with-walk-and-explore should have shifted nearly 500 calories, which is more than I had for lunch.  Going ‘off route’ and doing a lot of wandering around and doubling-back has rather confused the Nike+ app I was using, although it’s done a pretty good job of keeping track of my movements.

If I am to take up running more often though I’m going to have to get better at pacing myself, I was tiring ever so quickly!  Still, back onto the familiar territory of football tomorrow, I know where I am with football, even if it’s still a struggle having had a lot less fuel than I’m used to!

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She thought I was an eagle, but I was just a crow..

The Jon Amor Blues Group

Being ten-thumbed and tone-deaf has made me – in my head – elevate talented musicians to an almost super-human level.  I excitedly installed GarageBand on my iPad and still couldn’t create anything even half-tangibly considerable as music – I’m just not wired up right for it.  Which is sad, because I do love music.  I went to see some music last night, in a room upstairs in Spanky Van Dykes – along with a disappointingly small number of other people.

I suppose it’s difficult to compete when there’s the lure of Steps playing the Arena on the same evening.

Anyway, I was there to see the Jon Amor Blues Group – Jon Amor is a friend of one of my friends, and he’s oft eulogised about them, so once they were playing in Nottingham it was a done deal.  He can make some staggeringly amazing noises with a guitar without crossing over into becoming over-indulgent, coupled with some great songs – my favourite, childishly, was ‘She Thought I was an Eagle’ – mainly because the continuation of the lyrics revealed he was actually a crow, and it tickled me (it was also a great song!)

Despite the undoubted technical skill from all four band members, there was a lovely fluidity of what they were doing too – they occasionally didn’t pause between songs, seamlessly moving from one to another as one, and d’you know what?  They looked like they were enjoying themselves too – in spite what must have been a disappointing turn out for the gig.  After the performance Jon said he’d been suffering with a cold – it certainly didn’t show.

So an hour and a half of this was bargain enough for a mere fiver entry fee – well the support act was really good too.  Also a blues-infused ensemble – the four-piece Nat Martin Band.  A mix of covers and original material (as not exactly a blues aficionado I wouldn’t have recognised the covers anyway!), there’s a heady mix of blues, funk and jazz influences and a real mix of paces.  And more outstanding guitar-work.

The introduction of a guest female vocalist for a couple of tracks (who was also awesome) gave a nice contrast too – criminally I’ve forgotten her name.

All in all, a top evening’s entertainment – I wish it were not on a school night so I could’ve indulged in a few beers, and a few more people might have made the effort to have come along to see some really talented folks putting on a great show.  Just think, you could’ve paid ten times the price to see less than a hundredth of the talent in the Arena.  If you spot either band on tour in your area then you should most definitely check them out!

Both also have albums available through their sites – the Jon Amor Blues Group here, and the Nat Martin Band here  (and indeed, through the ubiquitous iTunes).  You could do a lot worse than to check them out!

I couldn’t find a video from last night on YouTube yet (there were a few recordings going on), so here’s one from a different gig, of a song called The Underdogs:

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Drawsome..

I’ve become somewhat addicted to the Draw Something app on my iPhone and iPad (also available on lesser operating systems, apparently).  It’s kind of like Pictionary, you draw something to represent a word, your opponent guesses and you both get virtual coins when guessed correctly, then it’s your opponents turn to guess – repeat ad nauseum.

Of course, generally clues can be executed with efficient and deft skill using stick-men, arrows or even half-cheating and using verbal clues by writing (some people unfeasibly actually write the word out, frustratingly!), but occasionally my inner scribbler gets a bit carried away and completely over-engineers the drawing for the lucky (or probably bored opponent who has to sit and watch it be drawn in real time!).

It’s a really fun game, it will link in with your Facebook account to find you people to play against who you know, you could opt for random games within the app or find people by their username.  I would definitely recommend it if you have a creative yen – although I’ve ended up with so many games on the go I’ve had to delete the app from my phone and stick to iPad playing otherwise I’d be sat playing it at work and probably get sacked!

Also, a stylus is a big help if you do want to indulge in more complicated drawings.  Below are a few random examples of drawings that I’ve either been pleased with or have amused me on a more childish level.

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