It seems folk are still reading this rubbish. Have you nothing better to do ?
Including the new Maria McKee album.
These days I only go to town for the £5 Monday cinema at Vue (no more of that), parking in my secret free space in St Andrews Road next to the church.
Look how green central Cambridge is.
The shutdown of the UK will no doubt coincide with the best Spring and early Summer of our lives (well, since 2018, anyway).
Just for Pauline, here’s some topless rowers on the Cam.
Never mind keeping 2 metres distance, no-one came within half a mile as I crossed the Cam to Midsummer Common and the University quarter.
In 1988 I set off for Australia on a year’s travel (lasted 5 months till the money ran out).
Sis sent me a postcard showing Cambridge in the hour before the shops and universities opened.
It almost made me feel homesick 30 years go, and I felt the same on Monday seeing it stripped of life.
Tatties, a renowned baked potato specialist in ’88, had no custom. But for once that wasn’t just Tatties being tatty.
I was a bit cautious about popping in Fopp, but there was no-one else about (a couple of other Dads followed my lead).
“Hello there ! How are you ?” said the Fopp lady.
Well, I’ve pretty much stopped buying physical records since we got the family Spotify, but with a welcome like that I could’t NOT buy the McKee CD.
Or the Simple Minds Collection for an extra £3 “for the car”. Five points if you can guess the one that isn’t on this Best Of.
I also popped in the two specialist Cambridge bookshops, Heffers and the University Press one, to try and find the Camus “Summer” I wanted for my post. No luck.
Never has it been easier to capture the majesty of the historic centre.
Even in January you’d be bumping into Spanish languaage students and Japanese tour groups on King’s Parade.
Now you can stand in the street outside King’s without fear of being mown down by cyclists and folk staring at mobile phones (like me, tbf).
I’d never seen Cambridge look as lovely (is that a Chris De Burgh song), or as quiet.
The grasshopper working the Corpus clock seemed altogether too sinister.
Showing either enterprise, or gallows humour, Smokeworks were advertising their craft loo rolls and hand sanitiser.
And the really sad thing is, I couldn’t pop in and support them.
But I’ll be back. And so will Cambridge.