Where to start after so long off the blog?

I am writing this in the bar at a gig and realised I had been day dreaming about where exactly a shed could fit at the top of the garden. This, whilst watching the very loud yet melodic biffy clyro (who are supporting linkin park at the somewhat soulless Manchester Arena.)
Good a place as any to hanker after a shed and testament to my inbetweeny age?
A headbanging horticulturist. Even the word headbanging carbon dates me.

And now I am (now being next day) sat in departures at Manchester airport waiting for the flight to Milan.. Heading off to a euro and middle east group digital jamboree (all part of the same marcomms (marcomms also probably carbon dates and industry tags me) empire). 'Learn new skills and service offerings, start a new biz fire with just two sticks!' etc. You know, jamboree stuff.
The flight is delayed so I can spend time musing and conclude that the Milan business traveler genuinely does look a little more chic than his or her warsaw-bound colleague last week.
Only a little bit but the Warsaw travellers favoured the big coat more and the jaunty multi striped scarf and business jeans less.
Get me, name checking cities I have recently been to in the pursuit of multinational partner agency collaboration opportunities. Indeed.

And now I am writing this in my hotel room after an hour of work email catchups, a quite nice room service meal of posh sounding stuff which was essentially chicken and chips and an hour of TV channel hopping. And a few minutes looking out of the very wide open window (no safety catch! On the 14th floor! Haven't these guys heard of health and safety cosseting?) at a really lovely view of religious monuments and grand buildings. I will have to find out what they are.
This was one of them I could see:


Speaking of religious, I had a moment of the soul on the flight as we crossed the Alps at sunset. The pinks and degrees of gold playing over the blue shadowed, snow dusted crags and peaks was beautiful. Dusting may be too sparse a word but the mountains didn't look totally snow and ice encrusted.. Should they, in January? Have the years of business trips like this contributed to the amount of rock on display through global warming?
Very possibly. Oh crap, my moment of the soul has ended in a guilt trip.