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I’m on the midnight train to … okay, I’m on the morning train to Wakefield.
You can’t really romanticise the 8-o-5 from London Kings Cross , [bing bonggg] The GNER White Rose service calling at Peterborough, Wakefield Westgate and Leeds [bing bonggg]. Apparently there are one hundred and eighty two ticket type exceptions, promotions and schemes operating on this journey and if you don’t have the right ticket you will be charged full fare price and have hot coffee poured on your lap.
I’ve been down at the London office for a couple of days and before that I was in Liverpool at the ‘Interactive City’ 2 day seminar. I preferred the smaller city vibe of da’pool. Though the McCann London guys were good company and do a mean integrated services pitch. Their ability to switch into a range of languages is humbling.. I did learn a couple of Spanish phrases though.
But Liverpool was a better city experience, the great weather helped and it’s evident that a whole stack of money is going into apartments , bars and work spaces which gives it an air of change and possibilities, of optimism. My great Grandfather was apparently active there the last time money flowed into Liverpool, around the turn of the century. Family legend has it that he was turned over and killed for his cash – obtained from dealing in fireplaces on the docks.. Presumably pulling them out of old country cottages and putting in the town houses of the noveau riche. The temptation is to romanticise his rock and roll life but he was by all accounts a bit of a git, violent and a dodgy dealer and left his wife with a whole stack of boys to bring up.
I want to write a lock stock and 2 smoking barrels meets gangs of new york meets boys from the black stuff type of thing … and I see a thread between his ‘comer in’ economic migrant status and the other peoples who flowed into the ports to move through England at that time. Some research required I think. There, I’m romanticising already.
I’m on the midnight train to … okay, I’m on the morning train to Wakefield.
You can’t really romanticise the 8-o-5 from London Kings Cross , [bing bonggg] The GNER White Rose service calling at Peterborough, Wakefield Westgate and Leeds [bing bonggg]. Apparently there are one hundred and eighty two ticket type exceptions, promotions and schemes operating on this journey and if you don’t have the right ticket you will be charged full fare price and have hot coffee poured on your lap.
I’ve been down at the London office for a couple of days and before that I was in Liverpool at the ‘Interactive City’ 2 day seminar. I preferred the smaller city vibe of da’pool. Though the McCann London guys were good company and do a mean integrated services pitch. Their ability to switch into a range of languages is humbling.. I did learn a couple of Spanish phrases though.
But Liverpool was a better city experience, the great weather helped and it’s evident that a whole stack of money is going into apartments , bars and work spaces which gives it an air of change and possibilities, of optimism. My great Grandfather was apparently active there the last time money flowed into Liverpool, around the turn of the century. Family legend has it that he was turned over and killed for his cash – obtained from dealing in fireplaces on the docks.. Presumably pulling them out of old country cottages and putting in the town houses of the noveau riche. The temptation is to romanticise his rock and roll life but he was by all accounts a bit of a git, violent and a dodgy dealer and left his wife with a whole stack of boys to bring up.
I want to write a lock stock and 2 smoking barrels meets gangs of new york meets boys from the black stuff type of thing … and I see a thread between his ‘comer in’ economic migrant status and the other peoples who flowed into the ports to move through England at that time. Some research required I think. There, I’m romanticising already.
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