A view from the Top of the BT Tower
At which point does a person have to put their hand up and say, “OK I am a fan”? I have seen the Rivals 3 times, each closely timed to the release of a new album; all of which still get regular listens among my, generally, eclectic collection of iTunes and Spotify playlists. Do I qualify as a… Continue reading Rival Sons at the Scala, London
After a year of trying to grow my hair, this afternoon I finally came to my senses and got my haircut. I am actually a little sad about the whole thing.
Thursday 5th September: The Dawes playing at the Union Chapel in London. So a few days ago a random text message arrives from one of my Buddies, explaining that he has a spare ticket to go see the Dawes in a few days time, did I fancy it?
There are few things in the world better than the chance to indulge in a beloved hobby. This weekend I have had the rare pleasure of doing exactly that! For once there was no obligation, reciprocation or facilitation requiring my attention or time.
Every now and again, I like to go back over some of the photos I have previously created and see if, as I learn more, have I missed anything.
I am very conscious that it has been an age since I updated this blog. Earlier in the year I started a new job, and I am ashamed to say that I have been so distracted by it a few things have fallen by the way side.
Warning: this is not a post about photography, although it does contain a few snaps of last nights indulgent idiocy. I want to write something down, as I have woken up this morning with a sense of… I want to say sadness, but it isn’t that….
The first few months of this year have been an interesting affair in the life of this little person. I have been so consumed by my impending career change, while searching for the meaning in various parts of my life and identity, that my photographic hobby has taken a bit of a back seat.