Quiet day today, but got out for an afternoon tea with The Oldies at a converted train station waiting room in Cottingham. Really nice place and stuffed ourselves on posh sarnies, scones and fancy cakes.

There is a 50s style milk bar up the road from the Oldies and we popped in on the way home from t’seaside. Wor Lass would definitely want to check out the jukebox.

Day trip to Bridlington with The Oldies today, finally getting a bit of sunshine. Dad’s new scooter performed well up the steep gradients.

Enjoyed my second chippy dinner of the trip and soooo nice! The arcades are a bit sad now, mostly slot machines rather than games. Hundreds of dogs out and about, though the poor things weren’t allowed on the beach. So many -oodle breeds. Was very restrained and didn’t pet any of them, staying faithful to my girl back home.

Day trip with The Oldies and Sissyface’s family (the non-Covidy ones anyway) to a tram museum in Derbyshire. Bit of a faff to get to with all the crappy speed restrictions on the motorways, but enjoyable once there.

Lots of old restored trams gong right back to the 1800s and horse drawn through to the 1950s. Also a working track to take a ride, with some period shops and artifacts thrown in.

Last night I got to see Peter Kay live at the AO Arena in Manchestaaa which I have to say is the best standup gig I have ever seen.

No photos mid-performance sadly as recording was forbidden (though most around me ignored that) but I did get a pic of the arena pre-show – 32,000 capacity and packed out.

Most of the crowd were rescheduled from COVID dates, I was lucky to get a rare cancellation ticket at short notice up in the Gods but level with the stage.

Peter has lost heaps of weight and looked almost unrecognisable from the chubby cheeked pictures in the programme and on the posters, but looked health and full of energy.

He started with a sing-a-long of some 80s/90s TV advert jingles (not sure what the toddlers and non-Brits would have made of that) and returned to it in a slick finale, playing shovel guitar over some classic rock tracks, replacing the lyrics. Sounds shit described like that, but on the night and after a couple of glasses of wine it was brilliant. Wait for the DVD this Christmas and find out.

Also managed to navigate the Manchester tram system to get from Salford Quays to the arena then back again amidst the drunken crowds celebrating Pride Weekend. I’ve never seen so many leather shorts in one place before.

So pleased to have finally seen Peter in person, albeit at a distance. Definitely set a new high bar for future standup gigs.

Visited the Lowry Centre in Salford this weekend to check out some L S Lowry artworks. Interesting how varied his work was through the decades, with much more than just his matchstick men (and cats and dogs) paintings.

Back to Hull again and have just nommed down my first cod and chips, pimped with malt vinegar and served up with curry sauce and sliced bread. Delish!

One thing I find perplexing about living with a woman is occasionally being the audience for an impromptu fashion show.

Every so often with The Duchess something in her wardrobe will catch her eye and she will decide to try it on. Then for some reason she will be amazed that it actually fits – as if someone may have surreptitiously placed a rogue item in there or a purchased item spontaneously shrank – and has to model the garment in front of me wherever I am in the house and whatever I am doing at the time.

That will turn into a session of trying on  another half a dozen garments, each eliciting a visit to me to wait for my agreement of her opinion that it still fits after x years of not being worn, that it suits her or, occasionally, that it was a bad purchase.

(You have to pay enough attention not to get caught out on those curveballs otherwise it appears as though you’re not joining in.)

There is often the ability to earn points by identifying when and where the garment was purchased, and a bonus by how little she paid.

I find it quite endearing though resist joining in with my own wardrobe, as I can guarantee anything I haven’t worn in the past 6 months will have shrunk in the cupboard.

Larry Tesler, inventor of the cut, copy and paste commands, dies at 74.