Manchester airport servisair lounge

Well here we are on our adventures once again this time to that transport wonderland that is the tiny island state of Malta one of the smallest in the eu which perhaps we may not be members of for that much longer. The weather today in Cheshire had been pretty dreadful and coming home from work there were flooded sections of road. Last night we were at the Halle in Manchester the traffic getting there was horrendous as usual which must turn a lot of people off going to events I. The city in the evening and of course this is the city where the chief constable has said he wouldn't venture alone after dark. The concert was fine although it was the sponsors evening when they also invite along a huge bundle of sprogs last time we were seated too near for comfort this time they were at a safe distance and were shepherded out before the applause had really got going. Sir mark elder sported a red poppy I thought he may have chosen white anyway these days he seems to be able to reconcile his pacifism with history and heritage and this was a concert derived from those dark days a century ago when the First World War started it included regard last Great War work with much thunderous backing as possible for the forces of soprano choir and full orchestra plus the Bridgwater organ. I would have thought the experience memorable for the kids. Butterworts brief piece before he was killed reminded us of a composer who died st the outset of his work and that he had destroyed a lot of his work before he left for the front he died in the last days of the war. From Nordic depression via a piece for John Pearse some not so familiar yet stunning music for a more subdued orchestra linked the Irish heritage and the days of 1916 when another fight for freedom started. The trip home was a lot quickens than getting there and we caught up with the soaps before bed both of us ready to travel as Mandy after dropping me off at Liverpool airport was heading down to friend sue's at Cannock and they leave early Saturday morning to join the millions who are making the pilgrimage to view the poppies at the Tower of London which really seems to have caught the public imagination more so than much of the pompous ceremonial. The installation which has a poppy for each of the commonwealth or empire fallen will in theory be dismantled from Wednesday armistice day onwards but there is a clamour for it to remain a while longer. The atmosphere there has reached its own subdued respect without any bidding of those on high. It is difficult to hide emotions I know last night at the Halle many were near tears in the first half of the programme. Today at work was also very memorable for all the wrong reasons as the alarm was raised fairly early on this dark wet morning when one of the lads fell from a ladder, it looks as if he has avoided serious injury and come away with little more than a severe shake up and a gash on his face although it seems miraculous after the long drop he made, I guess he had an angel sitting on his shoulder.
I can't say that Liverpool airport holds much attraction but neither dies travel by Ryanair but both have improvement as a theme and so far the passage through has been a pussycat compared with the louts who run the security section at Manchester where I was pushed and kicked earlier in the year when they stoke the tiny little gizmo which tightens the legs of my tripod which ties in well with the run down of Britain to a minimum pay paradise manned by people not of own own heritage if I'm allowed to say that without facing more threats of prosecution. Well one day come the English spring when the fires burn in Whitehall we shall be able to get revenge on the sods who sold our birthright down the river. How we ever had to endure the Tories once more I cannot imagine and I weep when I think of my youngest political days when we fought the Tories with the liberals as the only moral alternative and loom where that has ended at least we can understand the Tories and where they are coming from but where on earth did the liberals think this sycophancy would get them in the long run. Of course a few days on Malta and you realise that even Ireland or Italy are sane when you consider their Byzantine ways and after the bus service disaster with German Arriva they are going to launch into an even more unpopular period with a Spanish outfit who will double the fares and halve the services.im hoping the wind will not be as bad as forecast as it soars up from Africa across the Mediterranean as it is more tiring than the heat of mid summer there. I'm hoping that there will be the usual Sunday Remembrance Day bus diversions at Valletta which produce done nice shots in the side streets leading to town , I always leave he car down by the old railway shed cum cafe and dock and walk up over the hill although whether my knee is up to that sort of thing I'm nit so sure. More tomorrow after a day on the buses and back at the hotel at st Julian's bay.