Officially Old

Monday’s cycling has a full complement of riders and is viciously mad. L runs an impressive 8k after our walk on Tuesday before jogging off smugly to Pilates. Even more impressively, later in the week she’ll be running intervals on the park before our dog walk. 

Daughter reluctantly heads off to a bottomless works party, thankfully I’ve never been invited to one of those. Instead, I head off to watch the match with my Dad as Derby beat Swansea 2-1. The Lad and I have another double dog training session on Wednesday. 

L returns from her usual Thursday with her Mum to tell me that her Mum has been told by her bank that’s she got too much money. So, she opens an ISA in an attempt to solve that problem. She’s also announced that she will be going to L’s sister for Christmas but she won’t be going down until Christmas Day and she’ll be getting the coach. I’m not sure she’s checked out the timings for that. L and I discuss all this over a bottle of Beaujolais Nouveau. 

Saturday brings a very wet, muddy and slow parkrun at Wollaton, which Daughter joins us for. In the evening we officially arrive as oldies when we become members of the Wollaton British Legion. 

On Sunday, the girls run together and then go to Colwick for the swim where the temperature has dipped further to 7.1 degrees. In the afternoon it’s the dog club’s AGM for which there is a good turnout. After which I make my monthly session at David Lloyd on the very last day of the month.

(Sunday 30^th November) 

Grandson

I start the week with a committee meeting, which is kept nice and short, instead of cycling but I still visit my Dad afterwards. 

On Tuesday, L not only does the morning walk but follows it up with a 6k run. In the evening, the Lad and I have a double dog training session to make up for missing one last week. 

On Wednesday L stays in all day waiting for news of the expected birth of our Grandson. She skips the gym and an exercise class, for which so she’ll no doubt beat herself up but it’s worth it when he finally arrives. Many photos are sent across of him with his proud Dad and proud but knackered Mum. We open a bottle of ‘pink’ champagne to celebrate. I’ve no idea how we ended up with pink champagne in the house and it isn’t the best but then I’m no connoisseur. 

L crams some fitness in on Thursday before we head over to visit the newborn in the evening. We have a celebratory meal at Leicester Forest East Services on the way back before L finishes the toxic champagne back at home while I opt for the safer option of a beer. 

On Friday we are out with friends in Nottingham at the Crafty Crow and then at the Calcutta Club for what L describes as another bloody curry. 

We Parkrun at Forest Rec on Saturday. Then I go to the match with my Dad in our new front row seats as they have now given him a permanent spot in the disabled area in his wheelchair. It’s raining for our first match there and we thought we might get wet but it seems the roof is plenty big enough to keep us dry. Derby blow a 2-0 lead and lose 3-2. 

In the evening, we are at the Wollaton British Legion Beer Festival which is actually a dog friendly night out as the Lad is welcome too. 

On Sunday, we’re at Colwick for the swim where the water has dipped to 7.8 degrees which sounds a bit cold to me. 

(Sunday 23^rd November) 

Storm Claudia

My first day back at home involves taking the car back to the garage to have its new £900 heater fitted. The installation of which doesn’t go to plan and they end up keeping the car overnight. I protest that I need to be in Sheffield tonight, so they loan me a car. 

However, Storm Claudia ensures that I have a vile drive up for Heaven 17’s hometown gig in an unfamiliar car in torrential rain. I attempt to stop at a service station to grab a sandwich but they've had a Claudia induced power cut, so they are only taking cash and only the correct money as they almost no change to hand out. So I go on to the next services where I manage to get something to eat. 

The gig goes well and I make it back home again despite Claudia's efforts.

On Saturday, I skip Parkrun to meet an old childhood friend whose mother has just died and we got to Notsa in Aston for coffee and a chat. Then I head off to pick up my car which comes in at a bargain £700 and they don’t charge me for the loan of their car. I then head home to fetch the Lad before returning to Aston to visit my Dad. 

L is in a flooded Derby during the day, then comes home but in the evening we both get the bus back over to Derby again to meet some friends for a meal in Peppitos where we end up talking about the old folk again. We grab a drink in Alexandra first. 

Sunday is my dog club’s Members Day show. The Lad gets his usual three eliminations as always there were plenty of decent bits amongst the horrible bits. He did do a really good steeplechase, if only he hadn’t had a mad taz around in the middle. We finish early and as everyone else heads home I let him have a ten minute long for all taz around free for all on his own. 

(Sunday 16^th November) 

Heaven 17

Storm Claudia ensures I have a vile drive up for Heaven 17’s hometown gig at the Octagon Centre in Sheffield. The venue is sold out but is still roomy. Perhaps that's deliberate for us oldies.  

Tonight's support comes from Rusty Egan’s disco. Egan was the drummer with Visage as well as being in many other bands. Tonight, being a DJ is almost all there is to it as he plays the hits of the 1980s. He does play us one track from his new album which is called ‘Stranded’ which apparently he has recorded with Peter Hook and he tells us he wants to film us for the video. So, we all wave. There is no sign of Peter. 

Then at ten past eight someone comes on stage and taps him on the shoulder. Clearly telling him he's ran out of time and to get off the stage. So, he does. 

There are minimal stage changes to do between bands as he didn’t have much kit and Heaven 17 don’t use fancy things like guitars, so there’s none of them to tune either. But hang on. Is that a guitar I see? Wasn’t these fancy guitar things the reason Martyn Ware left the Human League? 

But then I’m distracted from my thoughts as the lights drop and ‘Crushed by the Wheels of Industry’ thunders from the stage. This has always been a favourite of mine but my first thoughts tonight are WTF is Martyn Ware wearing. Closely followed by my second thought that Glenn Gregory still has a very strong voice. I try to concentrate on the music without being distracted by Ware’s jacket and his fedora.  

The two of them are joined on stage by two backing singers, Rachel and Kelly, along with keyboard player Florence Sabeva. The other ex-Human Leaguer, Ian Craig Marsh, left the band in 2006. 

‘We Don’t Need This Fascist Groove Thang’ is next and aligns with the message Gregory’s chest. It is a song that shouldn’t be relevant these days, referencing as it does a rogue President of the United States in Ronald Reagan, but obviously it is. Then it’s ‘Play to Win’, the song that got them on ‘Top of the Pops’. 

Between tracks, Gregory and Ware banter with each other. They talk about the old days, the Human League, and the fact they met up with Phil Oakey today in Fagans Irish Bar. They say they tried to get Phil to guest with them tonight and do ‘Being Boiled’ but they failed. He wanted to rehearse whereas they were just happy to see how it went. Then they play ‘Geisha Boys And Temple Girls’ which is about a night out in Sheffield. 

An excellent ‘Come Live With Me’ is followed by Gregory doing the first part of ‘We Live So Fast’ on an acoustic guitar. Wow, I didn’t know he could play and he was really good. Then we blast into the full version. 

The set list comes mainly from their first two albums but their second, non-album, single ‘I'm Your Money’ makes an appearance but is curtailed when someone is ill in the crowd. Then once everyone is alright again we get a sing-along to ‘Let Me Go’. 

 

At the end of the main set they leave the three girls alone on stage to start ‘Temptation’ while Martyn Ware gets some big feathers on. 

After a short break, Gregory and Florence Sabeva start the encore with ‘Party Fears Two’. This is a song by The Associates that they sung at Billy MacKenzie’s memorial. It’s a little bit emotional. 

The next song, a cover of Bowie’s ‘Let's Dance’ is just plain odd and then they close with the previously mentioned ‘Being Boiled’ but without Phil obviously.   

This is the first time I’ve seen Heaven 17 live but then they didn’t even do a tour until 1997. Ok, so I’m still thirty years late to the party but I’m here now.

Peak District

On Friday the Lad makes it to the park for the first time in a week. Then we drive over to Prestbury, which is near Macclesfield. We check in at the Bridge Hotel where we are staying before heading off to the Legh Arms for a pint, because they have better beer, before returning to the Bridge to eat. 

Saturday is Parkrun at Alderley Park. It is a course with multiple trip hazards but thankfully I don’t trip and this is probably helped by the fact the Lad isn’t running with me. He is still banned from running due to his limp. 

We get a Full English at a pub called the Churchill before we head into Macclesfield for more coffee and to check out their bookshops. L is unimpressed by the one she finds inside the shopping centre. 

We spend the whole evening in the Legh Arms where we have a very good meal including a black ice cream dessert and several Old Toms. 

 

After breakfast at the hotel, we put the Lad in the village stocks for a photo opportunity and then do a road trip through Whaley Bridge and Chapel-en-le-Frith, where we have coffee at the delightful Pug and Pudding. 

We arrive at our next stopover in Buxton where we have a beer in the Beer Stop micro pub and then spend the evening in Titanic Brewery’s Cheshire Cheese where we have a Sunday Roast and I have 6.5% Special Reserve versions of both their Plum and Cherry Porters. 

On Monday morning, we do a run before breakfast. L does three laps of Pavilion Gardens; I do two laps and the Lad does none. The vet says he is now allowed ten minute long walks but we are probably cheating by doing several of these one after the other as we head up to Solomons Temple from Pooles Cavern. 

 

The Red Willow Brewery’s bar wasn’t open on Sunday but it is on Monday, so I sample their very nice 5.3% Treacle Treat Dark Ale. I sample it several times before we head back to hotel for food. 

On Tuesday we head to Edale and walk the very bottom section of the Pennine Way before heading to Hope for coffee and also visit Eyam. Then we head to our next stopover at the Little John Inn in Hathersage. The pub is under new management and the food and beer are not as advertised on their website. The beer is not terrible but food wise we both have to resort to pie and chips. L is so distressed by it all she almost faints but quickly recovers enough for us to move across to the nearby George for better beer and to book a table there for Wednesday. 

Wednesday sees us at Hathersage’s outdoor pool for a swim. I think the water is freezing but L just laughs at me. I assume it’s nowhere near as cold as it is at Colwick lake. The last time I was in this pool was for the Hathersage Triathlon which I did from 2007 to 2009. It’s also possibly good training in case I decide to return for the 2026 event. Afterwards we have a coffee in the pool cafe. 

We do a bit of a drive around and drop in for a pint of Old Peculiar in Bamford at the Anglers Rest which is rather nice community pub. Then back in Hathersage we have our booked table and a very good meal that I finish off with a massive four desserts dessert dish which even comes with a small glass of dessert wine. 

On Thursday we head home through Bakewell, where we stop for coffee. 

(Thursday 13^th November) 

Lost Pubs Walk

The Lad is recovering by Monday but is still on short lead walks only. We take him to the vet on Tuesday where they prescribe him some antibiotics which cost us £88. By Wednesday he is allowed a slightly longer walk but that still doesn’t get him as far as the park. 

I cycle on Monday as usual and on Tuesday, I’m at the match on my own as Derby beat Hull to make it four wins in a row. 

L has her usual week of runs, gym, swims and classes including her new favourite of Reformer Pilates. 

I have Thursday and Friday off work as well as the whole of the next week. Thursday though is purely to take the car in for its MOT and service. This costs £320 despite it passing everything. The car’s broken heater though is enough matter and that will cost an eye-watering £900 to fix when I bring it back to the garage after our week away. This is an expensive week already and we've not gone away yet.

In the evening we visit Daughter who is dog sitting for a friend down by Trent University. Daughter cooks for us. Whilst we are there, L and Daughter run while the Lad and I do the lost pubs walk of North Sherwood Street. Basically, checking out where I used to drink in the late 1980s but now can’t as very few of those places are still there.

(Thursday 6^th November) 

Otters, Matildas And An Olympic Champion

At Monday’s cycling we are graced by the presence of Olympic champion Sophie Capewell who is taking a break from Team GB and has come to blow everyone off the track at Derby instead. 

L and Daughter continue their running on Tuesday morning while I spend the evening at Pride Park watching the England Women's team, who are European Champions of course, playing Australia in a friendly. England win 3-0 although the Matildas did play all but the first 18 minutes with ten players after an early sending off. I have a disagreement with the bus driver on the Red Arrow who drops me at rear of the QMC despite access to the front having been available since they finished the roadworks on the roundabout back in August. 

L and Daughter are up early, at the Lad’s breakfast time of 6am, but not to run. They head off to hunt for otters at Attenborough Nature Reserve. I leave them to it but they come back without a sighting. 

After running again, L is in Derby as usual on Thursday. Before she leaves, she revises all the political news first so that she can debate with her Mum. 

On Friday she’s out walking with our local author before we indulge in a joint gym on a David Lloyd guest pass over lunch. 

On Saturday we drive to Trentham Gardens for Parkrun. It’s a congested one lap route around the lake, with a long but slight hill, which I have to tackle on my own because the lad doesn’t run as he’s limping again. It takes me 32 minutes and all the way around it felt like my calf was going to go but it held up. They have a very decent café for afterwards. 

I don’t visit my Dad as I have swapped days with my brother and I will go over on Sunday. In the evening we leave our limping dog at home and head to Canning Circus where we have one in the Organ Grinder but then spend the rest of the night in the Borlase. 

The Lad is still unfit for our usual Sunday trip to Colwick. He gets to go but has to stand and watch the swim as he’s not up to a lap of the lake. With the weather getting colder and the water temperature down to 11 degrees, L takes a hot water bottle to keep her clothes warm. Afterwards I visit my Dad but he is not feeling his best, so I don’t take him out.

 (Sunday 2^nd November)