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Luce Smith

Special commute

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Posted by: Luce Smith, Mon 6th Oct, 2014 | 9:28am
Never drink this beer, original photo by Andy Fitzsimon
Never drink this beer, original photo by Andy Fitzsimon
Ash hasn't got his visa. There's a hold up. He has some English money, so he should just be ok. Everyone's gone home but he likes it there. He misses his bath but he has a shower. Has someone took the dogs out? Yes I know they should give him some money but they ain't like that are they. That's great you don't have to go back for another 6 months, it makes it easier don't it? But you still have to go back'n see the GP about your knee if starts to hurts you again. You will go won't you? Oh it's our Melissa ringing, hang on.....

I'm commuting, but on a whole new level, and on a whole new train! It has plug sockets, and a table, like the posh London train. Only it's not the London train. It's a local train to a coastal destination. Sounds scenic doesn't it, and I won't spoil it by sharing the actual destination as it will spoil the read. I somehow feel out of place drinking my can of gin on this coach of the train. I should have gone for a Red Stripe lager, or Special Brew (which bizarrely auto spells as special few, which describes the passengers very well indeed!) I'm being mean, it's been a long day. Apologies.

The girl sharing my table, is doing her homework. She has written on plain paper, childcare apprentice, level 2. Oh I see, she's choosing her next course. She's also writing her GCSEs down too. On the science section, she writes chemistry and biology. What happened to physics? I love a bit of kinetic energy! Next is hairdressing. Silly word really, who dresses hair? It should be called 'Hair-arranging in a way you will never be able to create once you get home'. It's true. They show you the back and sides with a mirror, and you go wow, is that really my hair? What did you do? How can I do that? First of all Lucy, you need to look in the mirror and brush your hair. Oh bum. That's me out then, it's a rare occasion I do either!

I have stopped being nosey now and just listening to others talking.....it's dull if I'm honest and I think it's time to iPlayer some real entertainment. Someone in the seat behind me is doing that annoying cinema trick. Making lots and lots of noise with a crinkly packet of crisps. No wait, I hear snoring! Who is braving that commute tactic on a Friday night? I look round, but see no one asleep. I look round again, still no one.

I may have to make it obvious and get up on my feet to look. I want to give them credit for being quite a loud snorer! I'm going to suggest it's a bloke snoring, there's that hint of masculinity in it as the snorer inhales. Dare I ask who it is, am sure these guys will point me to the culprit. But I don't want to disturb him, I mean, I have only just boarded the train, and this might be the better alternative to what they have had to endure prior to the sleep. Ok, agreed, I will pretend I haven't noticed.

Should I check I'm on the right train, I don't see any station stop signs and that's worrying. What's equally worrying is that I am a little sleepy and my stop isn't the last one this time. I would be stupid to put a sign on me saying 'wake me at...' As I wouldn't trust these people! This isn't the Dales anymore, where we call a sheep a sheep.

Where did the word sheep come from I wonder, and how does sheep turn into mutton? I mean, you see pig, you eat pork, you see cow, you eat beef. Fair play, i get it, it joins the rest of the farm to fork tradition. But why don't you eat pig? Is it so you don't feel cruel? Perhaps if you ate cow and ale pie it wouldn't be as popular? You eat fish n chips though. Maybe it's an out of water thing. I may go to Greggs tomorrow (there are other High St bakeries) and ask for a roast hen sandwich with a pig roll, may as well have a large tea as well please. I wonder what they would serve me? It may be that I am shown the door. Ok, I get it, am outta here!
Mon 6th Oct, 2014 | 9:28ammore...
Luce Smith

He Is Smiling

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Posted by: Luce Smith, Fri 3rd Oct, 2014 | 3:55pm
Smiley refraction photo by lemsipmatt
Smiley refraction photo by lemsipmatt
He is smiling. A big massive smile, and it's lasting minutes!

I want to ask him what's made him smile, then I wonder if my hair's sticking out, or if he has seen someone he finds funny. I want to turn around and do a 360 in case I am also missing out on a smiling opportunity!

I don't though, I behave, and sit still. He's still smiling though. He's not even reading anything, or got ear phones in, or got his phone out.

Perhaps he's had a promotion at work. Or been told the awful apprentice is leaving. Perhaps he gave a presentation today and it's won a new contract, meaning heaps of money for him.

Maybe he won one over on his colleague and it's in fact a smug smile, that's scarily lingering.

He may have a toddler at home, and can't wait to get there to spend time pulling silly faces and singing along to the new mobile toy his mum bought.

He may have forgotten to switch off the smile of course, the one he's had to wear all day, with people he cannot condone, and talks he hated giving.

Should I ask him how his day has been? What harm would it do?

It's actually refreshing to see a smiler, despite him looking a bit peculiar now. Others around look very serious, if not too serious. All focussing on their hand held gadgets, whether it's a phone, kindle, or old school handheld game!

It truly feels like a Monday morning, only it's not, it's early evening, and, it's getting dark. But that doesn't mean no time for smiling.

I wonder if I can get one person to smile, by smiling at them, then they can pass on that smile to the next grumpy person. It will be a smile chain. I started it, and wonder where it will end?

Ok, I didn't start it, smiling guy did, but he's now off the train, so I own it now. Who shall I choose? The cyclist? The lady in a mack, looking like she came out of a scene from Miss Marple?

Perhaps I could try the guy next to me who is so stuck in his book, I think I would have to do something a bit dramatic to get his attention. Like pinch his book, and say he can have it back if he smiles at me. The thought of that alone has me giggling!

I'm going for the cyclist. Noooooooo, the book reader gets up to leave, so I smile hard, and...................he returns the smile! Pass it on, quickly!!

Oh gosh, what just happened? I think this commuting lark is slightly twisting my brain.

Should I just be normal and read whilst on the train? Not sure if I can control my eyes to focus on one thing only when there's so much going on. Uh oh. No more from me on this one, I clearly need to have words with myself!
Fri 3rd Oct, 2014 | 3:55pmmore...
Luce Smith

Tea, Morecambe And Doors

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Posted by: Luce Smith, Fri 26th Sep, 2014 | 11:05am
photo by Neil Turner
photo by Neil Turner
2 days, 3 commutes. No loyalty cards or national rail train miles collected. I feel hard done to, and will not like the increasing fee come January. I shall at least expect a cup of tea each morning, even if it is in a plastic cup.

The commute back to Leeds was somewhat entertaining. Listening to a group of lads discussing their trip to Australia in January. A groups of girls are just wanting to get hammered and carrying cans of Carlsberg. A couple are talking about the latest groupon offers, and that if he didn't have some food, they wouldn't be going to the comedy night as he needed a steak. Here here!I guess you could call me nosey, or an eavesdropper, but I like to call it sharing information. To those less fortunate than me, who have to drive to their place of work, or those who just live a few metres away, or even work from home, you're missing out! I am just giving you a taste of what goes on in the land of commuting.

I did my early shift, which went quite quickly, despite it being my normal sleeping hours, of 1-7am. I left and mooched around Leeds to try and keep awake. The outdoor market really is incredible. Where can you get a polystyrene cup of tea for 45p? Or go large and pay 60p. Love it.

I finally boarded the Morecambe train in order to get to Lancaster to meet my Uncle for lunch. I asked the kind ticket staff to please kick me off at Lancaster, as I had a fear of nodding off. They said they would. The journey was lovely even if I kept waking up as my head dropped, tiredness caught up with me and I decided that the first port of call would be to dive into some coffee beans! I did, had a lovely afternoon, and managed to stay awake and enjoy the return journey.

The early train is do-able, if I attempt a small gallop. I'm not in heels either, which is a definite bonus. At the platform, I have time to spare, but there are dozens of people waiting by the train. What's going on? A man appears, in a uniform, with a walkie talkie. He fiddles with a knob on the outside of the train, and one of the double doors open. There is a sense of relief in the crowd. We all look up at the clock, then back at the train. The lights are on in the carriages and the train is manned. Let's board.

The same man opens the same door, and fiddles. Only one of the double doors is opening. He fiddles again. The same thing happens. More fiddling occurs, and the crowd are getting restless, looking up at the clock, their own watches, and then the train.

Another man in a similar uniform stops by, and they both fiddle. Then the head shaking begins and people are asking questions. I look at my own watch. The other train leaves in 5 min, should I switch platforms to get a train that has opening doors? He gets onto his walkie talkie and a minute or two later, a man in a bright orange jacket appears. This is technical. I make the decision to hop onto a fully functional train, and see that others are in my line of thinking.

Two minutes before this train leaves, I watch the orange jacket man fix the train, the decreased number of passengers waiting board, and it sets off almost 15 minutes later than scheduled, but still earlier than the one I was sat on. I'm not annoyed, I'm practising being a patient commuter. Still a long way to go though!
Fri 26th Sep, 2014 | 11:05ammore...
Luce Smith

Upmarket

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Posted by: Luce Smith, Wed 24th Sep, 2014 | 12:03pm
photo by Simon Pielow
photo by Simon Pielow
I struggled to get out of bed, but still arrived in time for the mega commute of all commutes. Ok, so I didn't just happen to make it, it meant a quick gallop down the road, and again down on to the station. I arrived with 1 minute and 27 seconds to spare. I boarded the posh train. No automatic doors sadly, but an arm workout to get it open! Which coach to sit on? Not first class, I won't be paying more for this luxury. Quiet coach? Not sure I trust myself to fall into this category. If I sit by another passenger, temptation to be vocal will happen. Or, if I listen to my music, the urge to sing will appear, and I don't often fight it off. Better keep walking.

Coach D, always a safe bet. I take a seat, with a table, and room for 3 others to join me if they wish. Which they will. I can plug my charger in too, wish I had known that, could have saved a few pennies on my energy bill at home! Will know for next time.

The free newspaper isn't any more upmarket than that on the regular train, it's not even got a hard cover. It's the same. Oh well, will read it later but will note to write to train company and suggest they at least have a different front cover so that others know I have travelled on a superior train.

I enjoy the ride, and it's a smoother journey. Weird, as surely the train uses the same tracks? Or does it have Mr Sheen at the front of each train? Will ask. I don't get any visitors, as it only stops at two stations, so not a great deal of opportunity to mingle, which is a shame. We don't even arrive at a superior platform to that of my normal train. They must know who I am. Saying that, no one can tell I have travelled upper class, I was hoping for a wrist band at least. I swoosh into the city with a swagger. It's just another day at the office, but I did travel in style, even if it did still stop at Keighley.

My return journey wasn't so much fun. I had to use a train with automatic doors. I didn't have the option of sitting in a quiet coach. I had to sit without a table. I even had visitors, all 5 of them. Which is fine, but the one I got next to me, was a cyclist, in lycra, from top to ......knee. He had a head of wavy locks, slightly grey, and sunglasses. For protection I think, as there was definitely no sun today, unless he had cycled from foreign lands of warmer climates. He decided that as a cyclist, he had earned more than one seat, so he boldly took a bit of my seat space too. He didn't ask, but I think he knew from looking at me that I also have the cycling allure, so knew he had picked a good seat. I tried not to glare to show my disgust. I did take a deep breath though, and regret immediately. This guy was a proper cyclist, as in he had been peddling, and working up an underarm aroma. It wasn't pleasant and I don't think there is likely to be an 'eau de bicycle' scent coming out for Christmas. I decided to get through the journey the best I could, which meant leaning on the window, and having a nap. On waking, the cyclist had gone, but didn't leave me a note. Oh well, I will have to hope his next commuter will be so kind and share their seat with him too like I did.

90 minutes to go and I shall be commuting again. I wonder if there is a name for someone addicted to commuting? I could be the first cummutitarian? There may be a whole load of us in England, or internationally. I need to get onto this right away. I may have a commutiforum waiting. Or A Gin.
Wed 24th Sep, 2014 | 12:03pmmore...
Olivia Bell

Behind The Scenes At Bingley Music Live

BINGLEY LIVE 2014
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Olivia Bell

Bingley Music Live With Avec Sans

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Yorkshire Times

Gaz Coombes Talks To The Yorkshire Times

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Olivia Bell

Bridie Jackson And The Arbour

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Olivia Bell

The Yorkshire Times Interviews John Lennon Mccullagh

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Luce Smith

End of the summer

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Posted by: Luce Smith, Sun 21st Sep, 2014 | 11:49am
inflight photo by Rene Schwietzke
inflight photo by Rene Schwietzke
I just did a, what I call, holiday. Such fun! I won't bore you or make you 'wel gel' but I will tell you I had a lovely time. The 4hr commute was bearable, despite the plane having no inflight entertainment. I know it might sound a tad snobby, but really? I've been on shorter flights and they have had at least one TV for every 6 rows of seats!

I did get why they don't though, after the seatbelt signs were removed, the trolley service appeared. Cheaper to buy 3 drinks than one, so the wine was flowing, as was the Baileys, and cider. Who needs inflight entertainment when you have bored children and boozey adults around you! Another good money saver.....

I chatted to a lovely lady, who told me all about the island we were going to, and how they have been many times and love it. The conversation quality decreased on the 2nd round of '3 for £10' red wine, and by the time the plane landed, the lady had nodded off.

Anyway, a week of sunshine, a dodgy coach tour to windmills that turned into monasteries and caves (very clever marketing), nights that ended after midnight (I thought if you weren't in bed by 10pm, the next day didn't exist, but I was wrong), and waiters that on bringing you the bill, brought shots of local wine to down, (including the waiters themselves) and pretend to enjoy. The holiday was a good one. Roll on payday though!

The regular commute now seems a tad disappointing, especially, (and I promised not to mention the dark, dark mornings, but feel it's important as it's fact!) as it's not even proper daylight yet! There are no signs of sunglasses, more thermos flasks, and long boots becoming popular again. It's the season of supposedly Autumn. Although saying that, the trees are still very green, so perhaps they're also hoping to drag the summer months out as long as possible. Wouldn't blame them.

Sadly, and don't stop reading, or else I'll call you a Christmasist, I have returned to find a tree growing in the window of a shop at the station. I think it's a sign that this is in the countryside, and not certain it's advertising Christmas, despite it being a full 98 days away.

I'm moving on swiftly. Who cleans the windows of trains? Inside and out? It's just that this one next to me is all smeared and untidy. I was going to pen a letter to the cleaning company and suggest they use the old fashioned product of vinegar and newspaper to make a better job of it. That would be awesome, getting on a train that immediately made you want to eat fish and chips. Mouths would be watering, lips would be licking, and I bet, especially on the return journey, many calls would be made to their partners using these words 'don't worry about cooking tonight darling, I'll pick up some fish and chips'. I would put money on it!

I am seeing a new fashion trend already this season, and it has to be stripes and bold. Shirts, ties, handbags, they're everywhere. I guess I had better get shopping so I look the part, as I couldn't possibly sit here looking like summer was still around and I hadn't caught up with the latest look. Shame on me. I shall get online immediately and purchase new workwear. I say immediately, I mean after payday. I don't do buying with no funds, and refuse to be bullied into having a credit card. So I have learnt the skill of saving up, and spending using actual money. "No, I don't wish to open a loyalty store card account thank you madam, as I am scared that if I do, I will look like you, and really feel that getting up two hours earlier than needed to apply the foundations of a small village onto my face, then add a gallon of black onto my eyes, sprinkle with glitter and paint my lips, only to add a bit to my front teeth, is beyond my skills". Another reason to shop online, or with care! Not so much fun though if you are wanting a bit of entertainment.

Next stop please, save me!
Sun 21st Sep, 2014 | 11:49ammore...
Luce Smith

A Study In Fraud

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Posted by: Luce Smith, Thu 11th Sep, 2014 | 9:10am
Ski Park Les Planards photo by Ines Saraiva
Ski Park Les Planards photo by Ines Saraiva
Brilliant. I had a fear of not having anything to share, then sat down, and hey presto, I have lots! Sitting next to a Mother and daughter, currently discussing whether or not a two week holiday will be enough for 'the girls' . Little chalet, few friends, lots of ski-ing, it's got to be done.

Of course it has. But have you got enough money? Yes, I have my student loan, it will come through on the first day of the student term. How silly, of course money isn't an issue, students are loaded! This term's longer too, so they get £300 more. Yes that makes sense. A grant is given in the following year........I then see she is holding her new purchase. An iPad Air.

The real decision though, is, who to take to the theatre this weekend. I mean, Jenny's ok, but she may not get the story, and it's annoying having to go through each set. Kate can't come as she's loved up and has forgotten about her friends for now. Simon was going to come but he now has to work. The mother went out drinking the other night. They went for dinner and had a really good night out. They got the train, so it made it easier.

Sorry, I need to interrupt myself. The two in question have just shown the nice ticket man their tickets. On his exit, they then whispered that he didn't need to know they would be staying on for a few more stops, he wouldn't check again. Well my friend, I want to tell the ticket man and share this news. The more people get away with on train fares, the more my monthly pass will go up in price to compensate for the losses? I therefore feel it's my duty.

Should I ask the two ladies why they are being fraudulent? Are they low in funds since visiting the Apple store? I want to find out why they feel it's appropriate to be so unruly.

Wow, have you seen Breaking Bad series? Well they're buying the whole box set for Christmas. It's amazing. There are 5 series, and they're getting the lot. I can't comment personally, but I have seen the Christmas word popping up quite a lot this week. I don't think it's time to panic buy yet though, will wait a few months for that to take place.

A lovely clean shaven chap is now in the seat, reading his Kindle. I would imagine he's reading a very interesting and informative novel on how the science of the earth matches that of the cornflakes in a standard 750g box of cereal. He may also be reading an autobiography of a celebrity, such as Jeremy Clarkson. Haven't quite sussed him out yet. He's wearing a clean, ironed suit, polished shoes, and what looks like a schoolboy's tie. He has nothing about him which suggests he has any likes or dislikes. Am I going to have to break the silence? I think, actually, that he works with lawyers and is doing his first year placement. His phone rang and his tea will be ready when he gets home. Perhaps he's one of the Waltons, he would make a good John-Boy. Shall I test out the good night procedure? I'm showing my age aren't I? Although the word showing, just auto corrected itself to read showgirl. Now that's something I haven't been in this life as yet. Might it be a bit of fun? Dare I? I'd need a student loan I imagine. And a holiday for two weeks. Next stop please!
Thu 11th Sep, 2014 | 9:10ammore...
Luce Smith

Triathlon

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Posted by: Luce Smith, Fri 5th Sep, 2014 | 6:19pm
photo by marc falardeau
photo by marc falardeau
Ooopsie daisy! I just did a silly, on a train. It's the end of the day though, so it must be expected, right? I laughed out loud and giggled. Lots, for about half an hour. I just couldn't keep it in! I was watching an episode of a funny on the iPlayer, and it really made me laugh! I don't even care if I got odd looks, like with my cans of Gin, it's just jealousy! Perhaps I should stick to swiping through the news pages, may be the safer option.

I'm on the festival train today, lots of make up, lots of big bright and bold colours, and wellies. I feel a little plain sat between them. Oh no, a small child has seen my iPad and is now attempting to grab it through the glass screen. No, it's mine, and not suitable for quaver and chocolate fingers! It must be a tool used in the house to keep them occupied. Sorry, but it's still a no. Should I put it in my bag so they can't see it any more? Or should I continue to use it and meanwhile teach them willpower, and my self interest? Am I mean? yes, it's getting worse now, in the form of a scream. iPad in the bag immediately,

If there was a trolley service on here, I'd be most grateful. I could murder a bottle of pop. Thirsty work sitting here, on a busy train, in the heat of bodies. Yuck. I wonder how often the seats of trains are cleaned, or the part people put their heads on? Are they washed daily? Weekly? I need one of those lace chair top covers to put on before I rest my head. Or I guess I could wear one of those shower caps you get in hotels. That would work. Would it be drawing attention to myself? I don't think so, just honking of hygiene.

A bread roll is now being attacked and savaged by the child who was eyeing up my iPad. Is it going to be shredded? Yep. Ah, bless.

I did it by the way, completed my bucket list item, and very glad it's done! I did a triathlon. No training, bar painting my toenails. I was shocked at the size of the event, and how professional it was. If I'd have known it was the biggest in the UK there is no way I would have signed up! I thought I would bottle it, hence me keeping quiet, but on waking up the morning of the event, it was sunny, dry, and still. No excuses. I turned up, registered and hooked my bike up in the designated racks. I set out my running stuff, helmet etc, and went to the pool. Registered and sat waiting, with a very silly hat on. The nerves were unbelievable. I was so scared. What was I doing? I felt so out of place, I had no triathlon gear on, fancy gadgets, or even a drink. Where were the cans of gin and tonic when you needed them the most?

Anyway, the whistle went, and I swam. It was very chaotic. The worst bit was having to count my own lengths! Far too much going on in my little head. After I had done the required lengths, I was relieved to get out, and popped into the cubicle to add cycling clothes, ditch the hat, and run out to get my bike. I put my helmet on, grabbed an energy gel, and ran off to the mounting line. Oooo err.

Once over the line, I hopped on my bike, and peddled off, ripping open the energy gel, and squeezing every drop out. Was a pleasant bike ride, a few big lorries, and the odd rabbit to avoid. I saw some lovely blackberries, but felt it was inappropriate to stop and pick them. I didn't have a container either, so would make a mess in my pockets. I peddled on.

Back to the park, I hopped off the bike before the line, like a good girl, and went to hook my bike back on the rack, and gallop off on the running route. My legs were like jelly. I couldn't see any spare legs going, so attempted a jogging style movement. It hurt. Never has 5km seemed so impossible. The sun was bright, hot, and I doubted I would reach the end. I sang a few songs, out loud. Tried to smile at the marshals trying to encourage us, but struggled. Come on you can do it! No, I can't. It's so hard! But, I eventually got through the finishing line, ripped off my timing chip asbo tag and left the vicinity. Cycling home was agony! Adrenalin that had kept me going, had gone. I got home, and sat in the sun, in disbelief.

The train journey to town was odd, I just sat there, all spaced out! I fit in quite well with a few other commuters who also looked spaced out, but from the previous days festival! Such fun!
Fri 5th Sep, 2014 | 6:19pmmore...
Daniel Belcher

Lets Take A Ride

BINGLEY LIVE 2014
Posted by: Daniel Belcher, Wed 3rd Sep, 2014 | 12:55pm
Well it's over for another year again and we already cannot wait to 2015. This years headline act a Bingley Music Live certainly sent us away with a memory.

It was a mixture of nostalgia for some and good old electronic magic for others. The Pet Shop Boys, like their Friday headliners Shed Seven made their name and their music in the 80's and 90's - but it still sound pretty impressive in 2014.

The set was big, with a great sound, electro masterly from the keyboard and computers of Chris Lowe along with the distinctive, almost operatic voice off Neil Tennant. The preceding 30 years certainly hasn't reduced the impact or the flamboyancy.

The crowd were teased with a stage wide video screen for the first 2 tracks which only added to the drama - you could see glimpses the duo behind the meshed screen. Then on the opening beats to the third track the screen whooshed up and revealed a blaze of blue lights and Neil Tennant's show stopping black feathered custom. From then on it was hit after hit, Suburbia, Opportunities (let's make lots of money) - it when on and on - booming out with heavy base and cracking top notes, all sharp and electric.

As with Nile Rodgers last year the atmosphere with the fading sunlight and luminous crested moon added to the closing set - the night sky blinded by lights and noise to finish 3 days of musical joy. While the second stage, along festival eateries, bars and tented shops were being silently packed up - everyone one in the place was bouncing in front of the main stage. Only 364 days to go!
Wed 3rd Sep, 2014 | 12:55pmmore...
Charlotte Booth

Bingley Music Live 2014

BINGLEY LIVE 2014
Posted by: Charlotte Booth, Mon 1st Sep, 2014 | 12:53pm
Saturday's Bingley Music Live crowd waiting for Example
Saturday's Bingley Music Live crowd waiting for Example


Music correspondents Liv and Claire behind the second stage
Music correspondents Liv and Claire behind the second stage
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Charlotte Booth

Example

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Yorkshire Times

The Green Room Bingley Music Live

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Yorkshire Times

Backstage Interview With Gaz Coombes

BINGLEY LIVE 2014
Posted by: Yorkshire Times, Mon 1st Sep, 2014 | 12:21pm

Here's one of our correspondents Lucy Appleton when we went backstage to speak to Gaz Coombes. Interview to come soon....
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Claire Woof

Bridie Jackson and the Arbour

BRADFORD FILM FESTIVAL 2014
Posted by: Claire Woof, Mon 1st Sep, 2014 | 12:15pm
Hailing from the North East, Newcastle based four-piece Bridie Jackson and The Arbour are an all female group of folk-influenced musicians. I'd first heard of the group when they performed at the one and only Glastonbury Festival, having beaten over 8,000 contenders to win the 2013 Glastonbury Emerging Talent Competition.

Their first appearance at Bingley saw them take to the second stage and showcase their unique sounds. We had a catch up with them after to chat all things folk! Interview coming soon....
Mon 1st Sep, 2014 | 12:15pmmore...
Daniel Belcher

Sort of homecoming for Shed Seven

BINGLEY LIVE 2014
Posted by: Daniel Belcher, Mon 1st Sep, 2014 | 12:00pm

The opening afternoon to this years Bingley Music Live was greeted with a downpour, but it did not seem to dampen the crowd as the main stage was in full swing by the time headline act Shed Seven took to the stage. To help matters the showers had given way to a clear evening and the atmosphere was set for a heady mix of guitar anthems for the Friday night headliners, which had made the York based band stars in the early 90's with 15 chart hits and 4 successful albums, making them very much a major part of the 'brit pop' scene.


The set consisted of their hits Going for Gold, Getting Better and Chasing Rainbows to name a few - the energy on stage was electric as leader singer Rik Witter pretty much throw himself into the crowd - who responded with cheers and whistles. Alongside was guitarist Paul Banks, who had a cool Noel Gallagher style presence on stage and delivered those raw electric notes.

Shed Seven are known for the hefty songs along with fellow brit poppers Blur and Oasis - and they certainly did not disappoint, their authentic sound and clever sing along voice lyrics punched out into the audience, and it was a fabulous way to end the first night for ever popular festival. The ears are still ringing.
Mon 1st Sep, 2014 | 12:00pmmore...
Luce Smith

Conversations

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Posted by: Luce Smith, Thu 28th Aug, 2014 | 9:58am
Potato with Herbs and Balsamic Vinegar photo by Heather Kennedy
Potato with Herbs and Balsamic Vinegar photo by Heather Kennedy
It's been a full on commute for the past few journeys, with some interesting, and odd, people on board. First of all were the masses of passengers who had attended a conference at the first direct arena in Leeds. There were loads of them and I wondered what they had been to see. I didn't have to wait too long, as the majority of them still wore their name badges, which also gave away their conference details: "God's Kingdom". Oh good, nice people then to share the journey with. Kind of. The couple next to me kept telling off the young boys who weren't part of the conference, to stop swearing. Another conferencee (is that an actual word?, nope, but I like it, so it's staying), chipped in, and said "if you don't know you're saying swear words, then there's something very wrong". He then tutted in disgust. The boys sat very still, and said nothing. Gosh, won't put my music on just yet, I may be needed to act as a mediator.....

The same couple next to me then had a big conversation about how hungry they were. Shall I do those potatoes in balsamic vinegar that you love? No thanks, I can't stand them. What? You like them, you eat them all the time when I make them like that. No thanks, I don't fancy them. How about a bit of quiche then, with a baked jacket? We'll see when I get home. Let's just get home. Wife went and sulked. Lucy tried to stop herself laughing out loud. Who needs TV for entertainment, get on ya nearest train!

My next commute took me by surprise, as I sat next to a gentleman with dark glasses, carrying a stick. He started talking and asked me which station it was. We ended up talking for the whole journey. He was a lovely man, who had a very soft Australian accent, despite living over here for nearly 30 years. He shared stories of his family, his love of cathedrals, his folk/country dancing, and his frustration at not being able to play any musical instrument at all! It's so nice to have traditional conversations. No texting, no music, no iplayer films, just good old talking. I was sorry to leave, and knew he had a good few more hours to travel back home to Surrey. It did highlight for me just how unfriendly trains and stations are, for those with hearing, or sight difficulties. Just saying.

Back to a normal commute today though, and it's eerily quiet. Have I missed something? Was there breaking news I have ignored? Have I still got my pyjamas on? Possible answer is that the weekend was extra long, and people exerted themselves doing DIY or ice bucket challenges. If anyone dare challenge me they will find themselves immediately removed from my Facebook page. I am what I call boring.

It's so annoying when people, (especially on ye olde Facebook) post a status saying, I can't believe what's about to happen. Then can't disclose it yet, but hang on.......Sorry, but I am really excited/scared/nervous about something that I cannot reveal! I think I can justify my reasons though on a personal level, and hand on my heart, haven't, and won't be posting such a status in the meantime! My reason is that I am already trying to find ways out of what I am about to do. If I keep it quiet, my theory is, that if I don't do it, then I won't be letting anyone down, and won't be a disappointment. If I do do it, then I will reveal it, with great joy, amazement and happiness! It's a bit of a secret, as only one of my dear friends knows. However, my fear/nerves are stopping me from listening to other commuters or even being bothered to look at them! Breathe.

Oh, we have a cyclist boarding the train. It's great when commuters choose the busiest train, which is already rammed by the final pick up point, to take their bikes onto. I'm not sure who feels more put out, the cyclist for having to disrupt everyone to get their bike in the designated bike slot, or the people, who feel sorry they can't budge to let him get the bike in! You should see their faces if there is a little bit of mud on the tyres. You can see the other standing passengers thinking 'this Gucci number is clean on today, and I have a meeting with the chief exec regarding a new contract. Touch me, and you will regret it'. Such fun!
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