This shot was taken by a contact of mine on Flickr, and I find it utterly wonderful on multiple levels.
No need for one of my usual columbophobic rants, even. A thousand words indeed. COO that, you little bastard!
Friday, September 29, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Regenerated, and yet, unregenerate...
We have gotten older. We have mellowed, and matured, and put away childish things. And I am the king of Spain.
How nice to have everyone - well, a lot of everyone - in Wales for a change, and to be able to walk to the fun. Regenerations proved as degenerate an affair as last time, and there was much rejoicing. In our picture, Steven O'Brien has the last of his grey matter removed by an affectionately anthropophagous Ann Kelly, who simultaneously attempts to immasculate Nick Walters for the crime of "being wankered beyond reason" - somewhat hypocritically, it must be said.
How nice to have everyone - well, a lot of everyone - in Wales for a change, and to be able to walk to the fun. Regenerations proved as degenerate an affair as last time, and there was much rejoicing. In our picture, Steven O'Brien has the last of his grey matter removed by an affectionately anthropophagous Ann Kelly, who simultaneously attempts to immasculate Nick Walters for the crime of "being wankered beyond reason" - somewhat hypocritically, it must be said.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Yesterday's Tomorrows
Obituary: Raymond Baxter
Now, he was 84, and all, so that's a fine innings - but I'm unusually sad about this. One of the last ties to my 70s childhood gone. I think it's the memory of his enthusiasm for new things, for technology, for change. The glint in his eye when talking about space missions, or VTOL jets, or compact discs. Probably, on some deeper level, he reminded me of my grandfather, who had a similar enthusiasm, uncommon to his generation.
Plus, of course, he was a Spitfire pilot. It simply doesn't get any cooler than that.
So here's raising a glass of Coke Zero to you, Raymond. Farewell.
Now, he was 84, and all, so that's a fine innings - but I'm unusually sad about this. One of the last ties to my 70s childhood gone. I think it's the memory of his enthusiasm for new things, for technology, for change. The glint in his eye when talking about space missions, or VTOL jets, or compact discs. Probably, on some deeper level, he reminded me of my grandfather, who had a similar enthusiasm, uncommon to his generation.
Plus, of course, he was a Spitfire pilot. It simply doesn't get any cooler than that.
So here's raising a glass of Coke Zero to you, Raymond. Farewell.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Beneath a Steel Sky
Here's one of Friday's results, from a roll of Fuji Superia. All very Industrial Sci-Fi, and better than any of the shots I took of the Gherkin. At this point I was five minutes away from a delicious breakfast @ Giraffe in Spitalfields. My provincial soul never imagined that bacon and eggs could cost so much, or taste so good.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Smokesnaps
Having finally managed to secure a secondhand SLR - okay, two (oops!) - from eBay, imagine my gleeful glee when Van Guy pitched up with the goodies half an hour before I was due to leave for London, to see Guez and such wags.
So, I got a Canon EOS 600 and an EOS 1000F , with one 28-80mm autofocus zoom lens to share between them. I decided to pack the latter, it being the notionally simpler of the pair. With no instructions or other such sensible silliness, I proceeded to flick its dear little shutter at all and sundry in the Imperial Metropolis, including some very drunk people - so, sorry about that. Three films of differing types went clickety-click, but of course the drawback of ye olde filmme is that I can't put any here yet. Bah.
So, have this one instead. It's this guy , whose fame of course preceded him. At least he gets to sit down all day, which is currently an issue with my poor tootsies. I'm running out of parts of my body to be friends with.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Leviticusaurus
BBC NEWS | Wales | South East Wales | Christian denies anti-gay charge
Fantastic!
It's a day for feeling proud of my little city. Let's hope we kick this guy's arse so far into touch it lands in the Taff.
Are you watching, Islamists? It's not just you we're after. No-one gets to preach Hate on the street while hiding behind "religious freedom" Not in this city, anyway.
Fantastic!
It's a day for feeling proud of my little city. Let's hope we kick this guy's arse so far into touch it lands in the Taff.
Are you watching, Islamists? It's not just you we're after. No-one gets to preach Hate on the street while hiding behind "religious freedom" Not in this city, anyway.
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