Took a trip to Halifax Piece Hall to see some friends' shops for the first time. Took a train for the first time in years to do it, but in M's company, so I felt like I had a bodyguard should anyone say anything. I feel very protected when he is around. My neighbour made it clear the other day, despite my protestations to the contrary, that she thinks we are a couple. So not, but I can see how she might get that impression.
Inspired by QI, I had meant to go look at the site of the worlds first ever guillotine (although not, of course, called that, as it predates the man of that name), but despite a walk around the town never got around to finding it. I had had a thought of looking for nick-nacky antiques, but despite a craft fair and lots of little shops the place seems pretty devoid of the antiques shops that I remember as being there en masse last time I was there.
I'm a casual consumer of all things antique on daytime television, even having one of them on series link, an interest that dates back to my art history days, and a teacher that always had something to say about something on Antiques Roadshow the night before, something that always gave the show an added dimension. It's a logical corollary of our subdued economy that antiques prices are so low at the moment, and it always surprises and amuses me that despite the pitiful profits to be found on some of these they continue to be shown on TV. I guess it's just a way of showing off and making us prize these nostalgic historical artifacts.
Rounded off the day with a late meal at my favourite Pub, where I was devastated to find the sofas we normally sit at had been removed, for no apparent reason, in favour of high MacDonalds style stool seating. Are they so short of space they want us in and out faster? That seems totally contrary to the point of a pub.
I shall call and complain, but in the meantime I guess we will have to find another place to go. Bugger.
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