Showing posts with label Midland Red. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Midland Red. Show all posts

Wednesday, 27 May 2020

Lockdown day #72

This morning I listened to Handel's Messiah, coming from Sydney Opera House in Australia.  The concert was recorded live last December.  There was a small period orchestra, and a large 600 voice choir ... and four soloists (the alto part being sung by a counter-tenor).  It was very nice to listen to, and lovely to see the audience [and the soloists] standing for the Hallelujah Chorus!

I received a new book in the post today entitled "Midland Red West & Midland Red Coaches 1981-1995" which is interesting.  I am not sure I am totally in harmony with its presentation, and it lacks an ISBN number, but an important addition to my Midland Red shelf nonetheless.


I got a phone call, and have been promised some new furniture next week (new to me) which should help me organise my books better.  After my exercise, I did some research into one of my book projects.



Monday, 25 May 2020

Lockdown day #70

70th day of lockdown - that is more than Noah and his ark ...

Today was Bank Holiday Monday, although the Bank Holidays just seem like any other day at the moment.  I was scheduled to be in Birmingham attending the Midland Red Day at the Midland Bus Museum - but alack, this was another event that has been cancelled.  I "attended" a virtual Midland Red Day on Facebook instead.

I watched a rendition of the song Perky Little Porn Star on YouTube (the picture below is censored) ...

It being a glorious day I went for a walk to the local park and enjoyed the sun.  This evening I watched a film from 1937 called "Forever England".

I wonder what I shall do tomorrow?



Sunday, 24 May 2020

Lockdown day #69

The news breaking today is that Dominic Cummings, the Senior Advisor to the Prime Minister, broke the lockdown rules.  Apparently while having symptoms of Covid-19, and his wife having symptoms too, he drove 264 miles to Durham to "self-isolate" with his parents, who are in the high risk category being over 70.  This is contrary to the specific rule from government - do not visit family who are not part of your household.  Not only was his journey unnecessary, but he exposed his parents to risk - what kind of man would deliberately put his own parents at risk of catching Covid-19?  Unbelievable!

The Prime Minister has defended him, and I suspect that is a serious miscalculation of the part of the PM, given to widespread anger at this incident.



After getting up this morning I watched two films of YouTube - one entitled "Buses of the North East during the late 70s and early 80s" (watch a catchy title) and the other entitled "Aloud" being the story of a young boy in an orphanage who joins the choir, but can't sing - his reason for joining the choir is that choir members get adopted.  It was quite a sad film.
Buses of the North East during the late 70s and early 80s

Aloud
 I met up with Alan and we walked round Boggart Hole Clough; the walk was 3.7 miles and it was good fun, even though it was fairly cool.


I watched another short film on YouTube called "The Living Word"

I then did a lockdown quiz in the Midland Red Group on Facebook having people guess the various MAP designs for local bus networks introduced in the 1980s.  It was good fun.










Thursday, 21 May 2020

Lockdown day #66

Had a lazy day today ...

Read a blog "Midland Red West Deregulated", and listened to the Scott Brothers performing a Duo Concert from their home.




Other than that, I chatted to some friends, sent an e-card to people to cheer them up, and watched some videos on YouTube.

There was some excitement this evening.  Someone had started a fire on the industrial estate.  I heard a van speeding towards the fire and watched as the back was opened and more rubbish thrown onto it.  Some of the things exploded, and there was a thick pale of black smoke coming from it.  Then came the cavalry - the fire brigade sent a tender, and quickly put out the fire.


Wednesday, 20 May 2020

Lockdown day #65

Woke up this morning before my alarm went off - and it is a beautiful warm day, with a twinge of sadness that we are still not free to roam or travel still.

I went for a nice walk around Harpurhey with my friend Alan, but before that had time to read Mark Fitchew's blog "Midland Red North deregulated part 2".


Waiting for me in my e-mail was a report from the Commonwealth Games Federation "Commonwealth Games Vale Framework report" - and in the appendices of the report there were two interesting Final Reports on the 2014 Commonwealth Games in Glasgow and the 2018 Games in Gold Coast.  All made fascinating reading.



I whiled away the rest of the day enjoying the warmth - which, being Britain, will not last.





Wednesday, 6 December 2017

Christmas 2017 part 2 - 1-5 December 2017

This post covers the first 5 days of December.

On 1st December I went to the theatre to see "Nativity: The Musical".  I did not know what to expect, and clearly expected something else.  I had thought the 'children's parts' would be played by adults - they were played by children.  The audience whooped and applauded everything the children did.  Obviously a large number of parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins etc were in the audience that evening.   There were a lot of 'in' jokes - which sent the audience into laughter many times, and I did not get many of the jokes.  Presumably they alluded to X-factor, or I'm a Celebrity, or Big Brother, or other shows of that ilk.  I got the impression that this audience would be on its feet immediately the curtain came down at the end of the show (which devalues standing ovations).  Since I was not enjoying it, I fled at half-time.

I went home an watched another Christmas movie - this time "A Hobo's Christmas" which was all about reconciliation.  A lovely film.


On 2nd December I went to the Manchester Museum of Transport for their event "A Christmas Cracker" which basically has stalls selling timetables, bus memorabilia, tickets, books, model buses and anything else to do with buses and transport.  This was my second annual visit, and I came away with some bus photographs and some timetables from Cheshire.  

In the evening there was the RSCDS Manchester Christmas Dance.  Numbers were disappointing, but there was a nice atmosphere, and we had a number of new dancers, who seemed keen.  It was a lovely evening.



3rd December was Advent Sunday.  I visited the Christmas Model Railway Show in the Barnes Wallis Building, and in the evening went to the Advent Carol Service at St Ann's Church.  When I got home I watched the film "The Homecoming: A Christmas Story" on YouTube.



On 4th December I watch another film on YouTube: "The Gathering" (from 1977).  I really loved this film.

On 5th December I had plans to watch the Nutcracker (a live streaming from the Royal Opera House in London), but the price of cinema tickets to watch this was exorbitant.  Instead I watched another lovely film on YouTube "The Christmas Tree".






Sunday, 1 September 2013

Timeline - Sunday 1st September 2013 - TransLancs Transport Show

I have always felt that 1st September is the beginning of the year (probably because I have a September birthday, but also Scottish dancing uses the academic year).   Today is Teachers Day in Singapore.

Today is windy in Manchester and summer seems a long way off.  1st September in Somerset is fairly sunny (photo courtesy of Berkeley).


I went to the Museum of Transport and caught one of the free heritage buses which went to Heaton Park.  There was the Trans-Lancs Transport Show.  I am not really into Manchester buses, but I did spy one Midland Red bus which was good.
On the way back I caught a heritage bus which was once in service with Salford City Transport.  I did chuckle to see someone running for the bus while we were en route back to the Museum of Transport, and hail it.  You would think he would have thought it is a different colour bus, and a different route to the one he wanted, but obviously not.

Saturday, 24 August 2013

The road to 2013 part 9

In May 1972 my parents resigned as full-time officers of the Salvation Army.  The constant moving around was having a detrimental effect on our family, and by this time I had been to 7 schools.

They became instead Envoys (the Salvation Army term for a non-commissioned officer, or a part-timer in charge of a local corps) and we moved to 9 Station Street, Tewkesbury.  We were to live in the small house in Station Street for 5 years - up that point the longest stay I had had anywhere.  The house was next to the Warner's bus garage while we were there. 

 
Nowadays a car park sits on the site of the bus garage.

The little Salvation Army hall in the town has been demolished to allow for road widening.  The hall was in Nelson Street which really was a narrow road.  I do not have a picture of the hall, but the map below shows the location (on the map it is referred to as "Lecture Hall").

One abiding memory is that of the Steam Fair on the Ham, and the Mop Fair in the streets.  All the main road traffic was diverted down our street, including the service buses.  There is a picture of the Mop Fair on the corner of East Street.  If you look at the map above, the road running at right angles to Nelson Street at the top of the picture is East Street.

In the summer of 1972 we had an outing to London and visited the British Museum; the purpose of the outing was the Treasures of Tutankhamun exhibition.  The queue was huge, and snaked round one half of the car park, and then snaked round the second half.  I remember we parked the car in the suburbs and caught the tube into central London.  There was also a wonderful "British spirit", people would keep places for those who were having convenience breaks, or, like us youngsters, visiting the rest of the museum.

Our holiday in the summer of 1972 was to return to Oldways End in Somerset (see part 8).  That was to be Mrs Fanthorpe's last letting summer, otherwise we would have carried on going there.  I got very friendly with her pug.

The next summer we went to Penygroes in Caernarvonshire.  We visited Caernarfon Castle and Harlech Castle, and attended the English Baptist church in Caernarfon.  In Caernarfon Castle there was still the dias in which the Prince of Wales had been crowned, although not the throne if memory serves.

Summer 1974 saw us holidaying in Shropshire.  The only memories I have are a visit to Stokesay Castle and Sunday meetings at the Salvation Army in Shrewsbury.



In 1975 we were back in Caernarvonshire, by now called Gwynedd.  This time we were staying in the village of Groeslon, and we visited the beach at Dinas Dinlle every day (rain or shine).

Our final summer in Tewkesbury (1976) was a "staycation"; our family had 5 members and each of us chose a day visit to somewhere.  Mum chose the Avoncroft Museum near Bromsgrove, Paul chose Skenfrith Castle, David chose Birmingham, I think I chose Worcester (to give me chance to observe Midland Red buses probably) and I think Dad chose Snowshill Manor and the Cotswold Rare Breeds Centre. 

I had a further two schools at Tewkesbury, three years in the local junior school (Tewkesbury Church of England school) and two years at secondary school (Tewkesbury School).  I had piano lessons for a time in Cheltenham on a Saturday morning.  I used to catch the Bristol Omnibus Lodekka into Cheltenham, changing onto a town service operated by a two-door Bristol RELL.  After the lesson I would go into Cheltenham and have coffee and a scone at Geraldines, and then go to the Coach Station to watch the mass departure.  I got friendly with the lady in the Bristol Omnibus bus office, next door to the Coach Station, and when they got a new timetable, she would keep the old ones for me.  I then used to catch the Midland Red bus back to Tewkesbury. 

One day I caught the Midland Red bus to Evesham.  I went to the Midland Red office there and bought a Hereford & Worcester timetable.  They didn't have the other three timetables, but was told that the office at Stratford-on-Avon would have them.  I caught the X91 to Stratford, bought the three timetables (Warwickshire & Oxfordshire, Leicestershire & Derbyshire and Salop & Staffordshire) and caught the X91 back to Evesham.  My parents were unimpressed at my extra journey to Stratford. 

On one occasion I also went to up stay with my Nan in Old Hill.  I caught the National Express 414 coach from Tewkesbury to Brierley Hill were my Nan met me.  I think this was probably one of the best holidays I ever had.  I went along to the Home League at Cradley Heath Salvation Army with her.  At the end of the week she put me back onto the 414 coach for my journey back to Tewkesbury.  Another time we went up to the motorway junction just south of Bromsgrove, and my Uncle Ron & Aunty Margaret drove down to the south junction; there we swopped my Nan over, and she came to us for one Christmas.  I really loved having my Nan, and she is one person who I miss most.

My brothers went to cubs, and later scouts.  I went along to cubs on one occasion, and they played a game of British Bulldogs.  I decided this was not for me.  One of my best friends at school was in the Boys' Brigade, and he invited me along.  This was far more to my taste, and I had two very happy years in the 1st Tewkesbury.

In 1977 we attended a street party, a couple of streets away, to commemorate the Queen's Silver Jubilee.  The actual Jubilee was 6th February 1977, which was a Sunday.  I was then, as I am now, in awe of the Royal Family, and had had a series of "Royal Papers" for a spell.  I decided to buy all the papers on 6th February.  That was at the time very daring.  We did not buy anything on a Sunday, and of course the Sunday papers were expensive, as indeed they are now.  I remember being very disappointed, because apart from a few front pages there was very little of content for the Silver Jubilee inside.
My mum was very involved in the Tewkesbury Amateur Dramatic Society (TADS), and I was an extra in a performance of "The Happiest Days of Your Life" - we wore school uniform and had to periodically pass the French windows to give the impression of the action taking place in a working school.  My mum played the Girls' School Headmistress.  In another production, "Toad of Toad Hall", she played the judge. 

On 6th January 1977 the was a school trip to the Royal Academy of Arts in Piccadilly, London, to see the exhibition Pompeii AD79.  Another school trip was to Warwick Castle.

In August 1977 we moved away from Tewkesbury to Atherstone in Warwickshire.  I really didn't want to leave the town because it was so pleasantly situated.