I’d wager those dainty pinkies never weighed anchor in a storm!

I also have a woman’s arms – men don’t get infections when they accidentally stab themselves with tree branches, they get super powers. Imagine if the Spiderman were real, Peter Parker would’ve just died and they’d have to close the museum, Peter’s grandmother and grandfather would’ve killed themselves, MJ and Harry would’ve had sex on Peter’s corpse as spider babies crawled out of his nose. It would’ve been terrible. I’d have still watched.

Shamelessly stolen from Luke Lanchester. Memetastic; just how I likes ‘em.

Also conveniently itemises the contents of my lounge for any reading thieves! Hi thieves.

Don’t have a before shot, but you can kinda tell with this snowy number!

I’ve been working like a trooper to clear out bushes and shrubs, and this is the result. I used an axe!

Another mediocre result from lovely walkies around Southampton.

I’m not happy with this, but the colours are great and it’s going in anyway.

This reminds me of Bolt. I hope they’re discussing a new Sci-fi movie.

We’re trying to prepare the garden for some new grass. There’s a pretty big plant-bed that takes up about a third of the width of the garden for the whole length of the lawn. I’m not against plant-beds, but I’d prefer more space/less maintenance/better play environment for Sudo, so that’s what we’re doing. The bushes, trees and shrubs planted therein were quite large and well-established, and I can’t find my axe, so I’ve been bested for the day.

I need to find a decent way to remove stumps. Anyone has any ideas, hit me up.

It’s only Adam Fucking Wintle. Never heard of him? Me either.

I made a poo joke.

We like tiramisu.

On the way to and from a meeting this morning, the world created some beautiful light for me to take advantage of, so I did.

I’ve always wanted to capture the quintissentially British red postbox (and phonebox, but that’s by-the-by) but it always seems really cheesy to make it the main focus of an image, so here it is vying for attention.

Another example of Southampton’s glorious architecture. It’s clear that cab drivers in their wisdom do not like this style, so this is an ode to that glorious and emotive man.

My favourite Rush album, I think.

I decided on Friday that I wanted to give film photography a go. There’s something about the results from a film camera that seem so natural and unaffected and I love that. After trawling the amazing Ken Rockwell’s site for a day (I must donate to this man, and if you use Nikon, so must you), I set my heart on a Nikon FE and began watching eBay for them. There weren’t too many, but there seemed to be some excellent examples so I quickly got really excited about it. I even bought some film! Upon unboxing said film, Charlotte delighted in telling me that she was surprised at my foray into film, as the rolls contain gelatine. My heart hasn’t sunk quite so low in some time (yes, a great indication of how easy I have life, but it’s really all relative!), and I simply had to find some vegan-friendly (my non-consumption of any animal-death-derived products isn’t really characteristic of vegetarians) film. Turns out, there’s no such thing, so that killed that!

I have, however, resolved to shoot like a film photographer. As all users of digital cameras, I am occasionally guilty of chimping, an act that I find repulsive, but occasionally useful (especially in low-light!). I am now giving this up in favour of trusting my instincts. On top of this, I will not be processing images (unless they absolutely need white balance or a touch of levels) to see if I can emulate a more natural look to my photos.

Why? Because I can (hopefully).

Fatass.