Thursday, 22 December 2011

Earls Croome

Since the coat made it's way to my home around February it has stayed there whilst seeking a suitable route to Finland. In all that time I have travelled several times to the Midlands where I have been 30 mins away from Markus's Gran, Anne Tomkins, a fact I was previously unaware of. Today I reunited the coat, if not with its owner, at least with its family. And now it will continue its journey without me.

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Coat Arrives in Midlands

Abortive attempts have been made to repatriate the coat via London and County Durham. Now it has travelled with me to the Midlands for Christmas with my Grand Kids. From there it goes to Worcester and Granny Tomkins and then hopefully onwards to Finland.

Sunday, 13 March 2011

The Coat Prophecy

Seeing that coat up there between my guitars got me thinking. In 1999 a band I was in released and album "The Tuesday Club". For a gag we put an song "Unfinished Song 2000" on the album. It's just me bumbling about for about 20 seconds. But a thought struck me so I went and dug out the song. Sure enough, in this song written (or unfinished) roughly 1997 there it is, the coat is mentioned !!! spooky huh?

Saturday, 12 March 2011

Thursday, 10 March 2011

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Hand Over In Darlington

This is the location for the coat hand over this THURSDAY. After that we are unsure where the coat may go as there are many possible distractions. For instance the 150 years SALTBURN celebrations in April, the 'Loftus Princess" celebrations in May and even Middlesbrough Mela in July.


I’m still not one hundred per cent sure how this devilish garment of delight came to be in my possession, although it was followed by a whisper of Vikings and a slight smell of theatrical make up and the glow of the lime light, that hung to it like the shadow cast under a cloudless moon.
All this I disregarded as I took it on my travels to a peculiar place known to the locals as Shildon, a place steeped with heritage and history, the cradle of the modern railway. Well at least that’s what the local tourist help desk claims to all the lost and weary travellers whose footsteps have strayed, looking for the bright lights of Bishop Auckland. On this meandering visit my aim was to assist in the bringing of the joys of Digital photography to the participants of the local Innovations centre. A motley crew of finer folk will be hard to find I wager.

These fine folk took the coat and I with it (for little choice did I have not to go with it warming my frozen limbs) around the local surroundings where they took many a fine picture one moment we where stood by an un-washed car of some disrepair, the next by a ye olden drinking fountain with ornate arches and at last it was to the bus stop before departing back to the centre to learn the art of Haiku and other complicated poetical devices that serve many a person well.

Although this was a parting for me and the jacket of mystery I have a feeling our paths may cross again, I don’t know when and I don’t know where, just feel like they will cross again.