Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Dereham Photo Blog: #3

These last couple of images are taken of Dereham's abandoned Railway which no longer operates a passenger service except for on certain weekends during the summer, when a steam powered locomative runs tourists up and down the line. From the front, it all looks quite nice and polished and the Railway Station has all been made quite pretty with an old-fashioned feel and a new lick of paint but I thought it might be nice to also show what lies behind the pretty facade and what can be seen if you approach the Station from the other side....suddenly, it all doesn't look quite so swish does it? I also have it on good authority that the carriage pictured below does indeed stink of piss and vinegar and that it has become a local hang-out for wino's, bums and drop-outs from society of which there are several in sleepy Dereham because after all, who would really want to live here by choice? Because it is difficult to see from the picture, I should point out that all the windows in the carriage have been put in and that someone has scrawled some local colour illegible graffiti down the side presumably in an attempt to educate the masses or just to pass themselves off as the next Banksy perhaps...



Finally, this is the old Mill-House building, some of which has been converted to housing. There are plans to convert the rest to luxury studio apartments at some stage but presumably they (whoever "they" are) have run out of money and I pity the fool who gets left with the apartment that juts out towards the road. Especially if we get another bad storm like the one which ended Sir Michael Fish's career so cruelly. As you can see, the same graffiti artist has been at work here too, which is convienient as this building locates just behind the Station; either that or another impoverished and under-deprived hoody lurks the dark streets of this quiet market town. And that would just be unthinkable wouldn't it? Especially seeing as how we have only just cleared out the Polish because and I quote, "They ain't be from arund here, is they?"

Dereham Photo Blog: #2: the road to nowhere

Just around the corner from The Dereham Windmill is what I have aptly entitled The Road To Nowhere. This is a road that seemingly has no point, rhyme or indeed reason and seems to go precisely...nowhere. Apparently, this road ends with a rip in the Space/Time continuim and that is why it was never completed. It has been said that at certain times of the year, when the stars are in their correct alignment, that a portal opens up here to another dimension. There is talk locally of one paticular night, after a very heavy storm, in which a local resident watched as a skeletal coach and horses came carousing down the road in a "blaze of unearthly light" and disappeared at the point that this road ends. There is also talk of people who have walked the road at certain times in the past and subsequently have never been seen or heard of ever again. Of course, some or all this might have just been made up by your favourite Internet Blogger but then isn't that the way that all Urban Legends are born and, after all, doesn't Dereham deserve a little bit of local colour of it's own?

Dereham Photo Blog: #1




In the many years that I have lived in Dereham, I have often seen a sign posting the way towards something called The Dereham Windmill. This has always troubled me firstly because I have never heard anything locally about The Dereham Windmill and because I have never seen any sign of it from the road despite always trying to glimpse a peek so one day the other week, before HC's holiday began, I decided to take Emilie in the push-chair and try to track down this long sought after local attraction. This is the forested road that supposedly points the way to The Windmill. I took this photo because walking down here reminded me of a Stephen King story I once read about a woman who is always trying to take short-cuts whilst travelling from A to B and ends up taking the narrator through dark, woody roads in which fearsome and scary creatures seem to lurk beyond the shadows. This path doesn't look that menacing during the day but you can well imagine that as dusk approaches, suddenly your imagination might go into over-drive. It also looks to me like a road that might lead you somewhere nasty....

Finally, we reached our final destination, The Dereham Windmill, and it is fair to say that I was less than imprssed seeing as how I had been curious about this local "attraction" for several years now and had quite built up my anticipation. Luckily Emilie had long since fallen asleep so could conceal her disappointment. I however was not so lucky and experienced feelings of "Is that it?" and "Well, that was worth it, wasn't it?"
It's not even as though it gets any better from the other side. In fact, it is fair to say that our local Dereham Windmill was something of a let-down on all fronts! Glad I waited all this time to see it...not!


















Dereham Photo Blog: #0


As some of you may have noticed, there are a few Blogs I follow regularly
amongst which, one of my favourites is ROME
PHOTO BLOG. This is basically a collection of photos by an American girl living in Rome who takes photos of everyday life in her magnificent city. I first became aware of the Blog because it appeared under the Blogs Of Note section of Google Blogger and it appealed because a few years ago, myself and Mrs.Sparky sent a very enjoyable 10 days in Rome for our honeymoon and it is great to see snap-shots of streets we remember walking down taken by somebody who lives there. One of my favourite photos on there I have seen so far is a portrait of an empty Via De Corso at night; the shops all lit up and closed for the night, the streets all deserted of people. Anyway, inspired by all this I have decided to begin a random and occasional series of photos that give a snap-shot look of life here in sleepy Norfolk and more specifically, of my current home town, Dereham, and the city I was born in, Norwich. Above is a picture of Dereham Fire Station. Yes, my quiet little market town is actually big enough to have it's own Fire Station though it is reassuring to note that Dereham is thankfully quite short of pyromaniacs. In fact, the last time there was a fire, the majority of the local people gathered around to keep warm. This is because we live in the sticks and apparently have not quite caught up with the rest of civilisation yet and so have never heard of either central heating or that damned electrickery that supposedly powers something called "The Internet" that will lead all our children into depravity if you believe what they print in The Daily Mail. The Daily Mail is the only paper available in local newsagents along with The Sun and The Daily Sport; because everyone knows that people living in small market towns are all either inbreds or bigots or both!

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

On the plus side...

Don't have to work with Ed tonight as he finishes at 4 and not tomorrow either, so next couple of days might be smoother as I find Commis Ross easier to tolerate. This hasn't stopped me however from examining other avenues of employment this morning.....I know theres a shortage of jobs at the moment but someone out there must want a good Sous Chef.....?

Forget 30 days of night, here's 15 days of shite!

Well, although it was really nice to have Bank Holiday Monday off and although we all had a really good day out at Banham Zoo ( with lovely scorching weather- whats all that about on a Bank Holiday?) and I got my dinner cooked for me too by Mrs.Sparky's mum, in some ways I almost wish I had been at work. Not because I didn't have a really nice time, because I did but because I felt as though yesterday I had to run around like a loony bin trying to do all the things I could've done Monday that included sorting out fridges and trying to replenish an almost empty sweet fridge! This makes me sound ungrateful I know and I don't mean to be because Monday was almost like a day stepped outside my life; as though, for just one day, I took a step out of reality only to take two steps back into the maelstorm the very next day. It is just that yesterday, working from 9 am through until 11.10 pm without a single break showed me, if there was any doubt, that this next two weeks are going to be HARD!

One of the reasons I stayed so late last night was because I was making sure that Ed and Commis Ross (who is back from holiday today) would be set-up for lunch. I have taken this morning off both because it is the other time apart from Monday that I will get any time off and because I need to look after Emilie whilst Mrs.Sparky is at work! I start back at 4 pm today as though it were a Friday (this is the shift I normally work on that day every week) and I am dreading going back into work after having the morning off but I needed to take some time for myself while I am able to as gawd knows it will be hard enough to do so next week!!

Yesterday was made harder for me by Geordie Ed who does not know the meaning of vocal restraint. Not only does he talk A LOT which in itself is really distracting and more than a little tiresome but also he just talks shit all the time that I'm really not that interested in. And yesterday he got into two confrontations with other members of staff and this is just the beginning of the two weeks that I am in charge. I need him in the kitchen as otherwise I am going to be deeply in the brown stuff but he is going to make it hard for me to cope I know it. It will not be anything else that drives me to despair but him, especially if he keeps coming into conflict with Front Of House! Last night, before leaving, I had barman Richie whinging at me about Ed and the way he spoke to him in front of customers and I had to say look Richie, I really am not interested and am not going to get involved! I have enough else to deal with being the only trained chef in the kitchen, and at times the only competent one, for the next two weeks and I really do not need any more hassle!

Think he took some umbrage at that in the fact I was not going to do anything but I already had words with Ed yesterday when he got a bit defensive with me and I cannot have him walking out whilst HC is away and dropping me right in it so, to some extent, have to keep him placated! Ed seems to think that the only person who can tell him what to do is HC but he seems to forget that for the next two weeks, I am HC! Gawd, why do some people insist on making your life more difficult?

It is a good job that I am fairly patient though this period will be a test of just how patient I can be and I think I might have to get nasty before HC returns. But, to be honest, I should not be having to cope with such poor staffing levels and it is utterly ridiculous that in a kitchen as busy as ours, I am going to be the only fully trained chef!! I am only one man and the longer this goes on, the closer I get to thinking I have had enough! I am as close as I have ever been to simply walking out in sheer disgust and the only thing that keeps me here is knowing I have to pay the bills......