Bank Holiday. Hate the very name of them. As ever, Weston became a seething pit of people too busy having fun to look ahead whilst walking or crossing the road. Realised that our one remaining record shop has closed (not counting the V.Shop which sells a few CDs as a sideline to its burgeoning mobile phone business). It was expensive, not terribly eclectic and usually didn't have what I want, but I realised that the closure of the record shop was the last straw for my stay in Burnham. Perhaps this is it for me and Weston?
Lost::MikeGTN
I've had a home on the web for more years than I care to remember, and a few kind souls persuade me it's worth persisting with keeping it updated. This current incarnation of the site is centred around the blog posts which began back in 1999 as 'the daylog' and continued through my travels and tribulations during the following years.
I don't get out and about nearly as much these days, but I do try to record significant events and trips for posterity. You may also have arrived here by following the trail to my former music blog Songs Heard On Fast Trains. That content is preserved here too.
