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Our small group of trainees are doing superbly well, so well that we are in fact a little ahead of schedule. So today’s ‘Admin Day’ was a little freer than it could otherwise have been. (Wednesday).

Commercial Street

Adele, Alison’s daughter who accompanied us here, flies home tomorrow morning. So there was an urgent need to do some last minute shopping on Commercial Street and Brigade Road. Commercial Street is exactly like those areas of most UK towns that existed before the modernisation of town centres that begun in the 50s and continued up until the late 70s when supermarkets began their incessant, unstoppable march of taking shopping out of town – which has stalled only recently.

In Huddersfield – our version of Commercial Street was Shambles Lane.

From end to end and for several streets around, Commercial Street is packed tight with shops selling everything known to man and beast. Some streets have mainly shoes (ladies flip-flops/thongs @ £1 ish); some mainly women’s clothes (nightwear, day wear of all shapes, sizes and to suit all religions, wedding wear, ‘naughty wear’ J); some men’s wear – mainly shirts; household stuff, including shop after shop selling stainless steel sinks; trinkets, tourist stuff and well, everything else except big cars, bikes and houses. It is a fascinating view of Indian commerce.

We then went to the palace here at Bangalore. Built in the 19th century, it has been the home to Wodeyar dynasty on and off since then. From outside it is a magnificent prospect but inside that prospect changes.

Bangalore Palace

We found it odd that there was a seeming lack of upkeep. Pictures were faded and hung on faded walls that had scratched and stained paint. Dust was everywhere; on top of pictures, on window ledges and the floor. The palace could have been beautiful rather than simply interesting. The air of neglect wasn’t reflected in the entry regulations of £6.50 if you wanted to take photos (on top of the £3.75 ish entry fee) or £2.80 to use a cell phone camera!!! Embarrassingly we didn’t have enough rupees to get in so we had to negotiate the value of a £20 note – which worked. The headphones provided were informative and helped us to find our way around, so we knew when we were in the male resident’s quarters and when in the female quarters. Strangely, this part of the building had some really raunchy paintings on the wall – not just naked women but naked women in suggestive poses. Perhaps it was a 50 Shades thing!

See: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bangalore_Palace

Following the palace we had a late lunch at The Hard Rock Cafe and came back to the hotel.

We’re back at work training this evening. After some hours preparing we introduced the trainees, finally to the online platform they would use. Until now, this had just been a promise and we’d worked on paper resources as we first of all struggled to get the Internet working, then working fast enough to be useful, then getting MS Access software installed – all of which was requested prior to departure. Anyway – they enjoyed that session and are now eager to get into real live online marking.

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I am a beer drinker.

That doesn’t mean that I drink a lot of beer, but I do like the odd glass.

I prefer beer to wine, Champagne, Cava, spirits and pop (soda). I don’t mind any of those drinks, I don’t mind them at all – but I generally prefer to drink beer.

I like draught beer.

I don’t dislike the beer that comes in tins or bottles (although, they are a story to themselves), I simply prefer beer on tap; the draught beer that can only be purchased in pubs. I like the texture of draught beer and these days, the variety of tastes and colours with which it now presents itself.

I don’t visit pubs all that often; sometimes just once a week, sometimes more, sometimes less. Unless I’m walking I rarely have more than a pint and on the odd occasion I have more than that, Sharon will drive. I don’t go for company at the pub, I go for the beer – and to relax away from home for an hour with Sharon, as we both (often) work from home. It’s a break.

Locally, I am blessed with a variety of pubs that serve an ever changing variety of beers on tap. My preference is The Commercial in Slaithwaite. http://www.commercial-slaithwaite.co.uk/. If we go out during the week, it used to be there that we went – pretty exclusively. But not so much now.

Why?

Because, at the time we go (early evening, before dinner) you cannot get to the bar for all of the lazy, ignorant tossers leaning on it! I could understand if the place was heaving, but at that time it’s just pleasantly busy with lots of room around the place – we never fail to get one of the comfy settees they have. Neither would I mind if those folks moved back from the bar just while I looked at what was on offer this week (sometimes, just tonight) and gave my order, but more often than not an “excuse me please” just gets a grunt and once I even got a “can’t you read the fucking blackboard?” (ignoring the fact that the blackboard can’t serve me) – but he was pissed and reprimanded by one of the other regulars.

What is it about leaning on a bar that makes people forget that others need to get by?

All I want to do is walk to the bar, choose a drink, pay for it and then walk away, sit down and drink it. What’s hard about that? What makes people so ignorant that I want to change my watering hole?

Rant over.

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