BrigitDoon's Bomb Shelter
Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 8:56 amSomeone gave Onny a personal thread for one reason or another. Thought I'd indulge myself in one too. Used to have one in a previous existence.
Saves scattering my debris across a wide area.
For the newbies, I'm a 40-yo Somerset lassie, Bristol born and settled in EK for eighteen months now. Hazy christened me BrigitDoon on account of my predilection for photographing high-flat blow-downs.
I enjoy a good walk in the hills, riding in trains, playing guitar and taking photographs without worrying about technical details.
My grandad was signalman at Cheddar until Beeching laid him off; on my dad's side we've been carpenters, builders and undertakers since the 1700's. So we can build you a box, put you in it and under the patio in short order. We can't send you home to momma on the train any more. Sorry.
My henchman is Herbie, hirsute and fond of dark alleys, cheesewire and neds all at once. It's quiet in this corner of Calderwood. Usually...
I've done the tomboy thing in my younger years and I know how to change the oil in a '78 Audi Avant, but not the water pump. I can mow lawns (so can my mum) and I can put up shelves (building trade...)
I don't talk rubbish about football, but I follow Wolverhampton Wanderers and also have an eye on the Bristol clubs, Rovers (The Gas) and City (Robins). I park up and watch the motor racing on a Sunday when Formula One is in season. Ferrari for my sins, but I don't take the circus too seriously.
I like the Old Car Thread because it's fun and I've been surrounded by folk who know classic cars since year dot. I think there should be a thread for old aircraft in the same vein because I used to live near a Royal Navy air station. One of the lads I grew up with bought a Sea Harrier from them. I'm not envious. They didn't include the engine or avionics.
I trained as an artist at ages 12-13 and I enjoyed a modest career in the nineties to supplement my income as a computer programmer. Having a Dali a bus-ride away is quite a novelty for one brought up on the peat levels of Somerset.
You can keep the maths at Cambridge or computer science at Bristol. Life is far better chasing the common blue across the levels, the large blue across Compton Dundon or better still, the small copper at the foot of the Campsies.
That's just the top of the dustbin.
Saves scattering my debris across a wide area.
For the newbies, I'm a 40-yo Somerset lassie, Bristol born and settled in EK for eighteen months now. Hazy christened me BrigitDoon on account of my predilection for photographing high-flat blow-downs.
I enjoy a good walk in the hills, riding in trains, playing guitar and taking photographs without worrying about technical details.
My grandad was signalman at Cheddar until Beeching laid him off; on my dad's side we've been carpenters, builders and undertakers since the 1700's. So we can build you a box, put you in it and under the patio in short order. We can't send you home to momma on the train any more. Sorry.
My henchman is Herbie, hirsute and fond of dark alleys, cheesewire and neds all at once. It's quiet in this corner of Calderwood. Usually...
I've done the tomboy thing in my younger years and I know how to change the oil in a '78 Audi Avant, but not the water pump. I can mow lawns (so can my mum) and I can put up shelves (building trade...)
I don't talk rubbish about football, but I follow Wolverhampton Wanderers and also have an eye on the Bristol clubs, Rovers (The Gas) and City (Robins). I park up and watch the motor racing on a Sunday when Formula One is in season. Ferrari for my sins, but I don't take the circus too seriously.
I like the Old Car Thread because it's fun and I've been surrounded by folk who know classic cars since year dot. I think there should be a thread for old aircraft in the same vein because I used to live near a Royal Navy air station. One of the lads I grew up with bought a Sea Harrier from them. I'm not envious. They didn't include the engine or avionics.
I trained as an artist at ages 12-13 and I enjoyed a modest career in the nineties to supplement my income as a computer programmer. Having a Dali a bus-ride away is quite a novelty for one brought up on the peat levels of Somerset.
You can keep the maths at Cambridge or computer science at Bristol. Life is far better chasing the common blue across the levels, the large blue across Compton Dundon or better still, the small copper at the foot of the Campsies.
That's just the top of the dustbin.
