The first rule of blogging; if you can’t be interesting be topical.
Before this year I thought B & Q were an ’80s post-soul (?) group whose Number 40 single from July of 1985* cost me 10p a few months later in Parrot Records of Cambridge.
I was wrong. They’re a money-making machine that have just announced a 634% increase in profits as “young people” discover the joy of DIY during the lockdown, per the Guardian.
I’m not complaining; picking up paint stripper is a legally sanctioned reason to leave your house, and there aren’t enough of those.
Today I walked to 2 stores, as the closest one didn’t have the “Rust-Oleum Painter’s touch Black Satin Multi-surface Decorative spray paint, 400ml“.
A nice long walk in the South Yorkshire sun.
For legal reasons I have to make The North look a bit bleak though.
The road to B & Q won’t make a great Netflix movie in Lockdown 4.
Some nice Edwardian grandeur,
If people ever get bored of home redecoration these B & Qs will make great B & Ps.
On the way back I looked for a new boozer to admire.
I was saddened to see the apparent demise of the Queens Road Social Club, where in 2012 I saw Allo Darlin‘ deliver a life-changing performance that convinced me the rest of my life would be better spent watching music and drinking in pubs than behind a desk.
It wasn’t an entirely wasted trip. The mock-Tudor Howard apparently serves Banks’s Amber, so I might be able to tempt Stafford Paul over for a visit (if I can get him away from the craft keg in the Sheffield Tap at the station).
And The Public (top) near the City Hall reminds me of a certain converted toilet in Manchester.
Job done, I’m relaxing with a can of Belgian Saison. Mrs RM hates sours and saisons so my can is safe.
As is our house. NO-ONE is getting in here with all those B & Q boxes in the porch.
Sadly, I’m not getting out either.
*Today’s quiz for you BritPopsters – which Frankie single was Number 1 when Genie made the Top 40 ?