Denton's swimming pool was where I learned to swim. But in recent years it's 1970s pool was shabby and a mess. Cue a brand new and impressively swanky replacement facility, the Tameside Wellness Centre.
Seeing as I had a log of all the Covid tests I have done, I decided to create some charts to visualise the data. Why? Because.
Why at least one much loved 6music presenter was inevitably going to leave the station (and why there was a reasonably good chance it would be Shaun Keaveny)
Today I listened to Shaun Keaveny's final 6music show. And he seemed to let slip that he didn't really want to leave. Although there were reasons why at least one 6music much loved presenter was going to end up leaving.
Some time ago I visited Life Leisure Avondale and reviewed it. And as it's had a bit of a revamp, I went back and reviewed it again. Because this is the content the internet has been crying out for.
Nearly forty years after its last proper swimming pool closed its doors, Hyde - the town I grew up in - now has a brand new six lane swimming pool. When the venue of my normal Monday swim was abruptly closed, I booked in and went to check it out.
On returning home after a recent school run, I started wondering. Which school year had been worst? 2019/2020? Or 2020/2021?
The last time I went to the office. The last time I went to London. The last time I went on a train.
Thirteen years ago, in February 2008 I joined Twitter. Since then, Twitter tells me that I have amassed around 55k tweets. If everyone of them was 140 characters (the original Twitter character limit of course), that would be 7.7m characters.
The news that Arcadia Group, owners of brands like Top Shop, Dorothy Perkins, and Burton Menswear, has gone into administration, reminded me of something. Actually it reminded me of many things. But my Top Man chenille roll neck jumper, whilst fantastic, isn't worthy of writing about. The metallic silver trousers, probably are, but that brings about a whole other conversation.
A 1973 built 33.3m swimming pool that's rather annoyingly, not quite close enough to my house.