I consider myself to be quite realistic which, naturally, is often perceived as cynicism. However, staying in the mindset that everything that can go wrong will go wrong doesn’t leave you as far to fall – it’s pretty difficult to sneak up on those who are expecting it! I have unfortunately found that my tendencies to over-analyse, often manifest as paranoia. It’s important to stay within the realms of reason when being realistic. Either that, or make friends with people who don’t mind when you explain some crazy, played-out scenario they’re a part of, just to confirm that you’re wrong. If you can; become good friends with your boss.

All of the above does not apply to buying a house. You can /never/ be too paranoid during the house-buying process. Stuff that you could never imagine relevant will end up screwing things up. This is why, with around 24 hours until the keys are ours, I am still not getting complacent; I’m wondering what’s waiting to fuck me.

Awesome legal wall. Some really cool stuff on there, but taking photos of other people’s art is lame. These shapes, however, are not.

I need to remember not to get so close to the sea. These worked OK, except the white balance was totally shot and took quite a lot of level tweaking to get right (another great reason to shoot RAW, not that I need convincing) and there was loads of spray from the waves as it was pretty rough today. Ah well, you live and learn.

If I lived in Brighton and was doing another 365, I don’t think I’d ever need to resort to drawing numbers in pebbles on the beach, but it drew some interest.

Just got back from seeing Up. Greatest animated movie I’ve ever seen. Bar none. I have no idea how Pixar always excel themselves, but they do. They’re just the most amazing, cute, imaginative, heart-warming movies I think you could want. Screw Dreamworks and their lame-ass tripe. Pixar til I die (hardcore’s overrated).

Oddly, though – these glasses fit my double-wide head perfectly. These kids don’t stand a chance.

You can get vegetarian sushi, which is pretty awesome. I never had sushi before; the idea of raw fish didn’t appeal. The idea of raw vegetables and sticky rice definitely does, though.

Lovely, quiet sit in the (now-funded!) St. James’ Park before walking to work with Charlotte.

I’ve not checked this for ages. If you’re one of these people, thanks much for subscribing – it fills me with an unjustified amount of self-worth. I hope I occasionally do stuff that makes it worth keeping me in your reader.

Impromptu night walk with Paul actually resulted in some keepers. SWEET.

There are almost too many things to photograph in multi-storey carparks!

This underpass is so good.

The other one was better, but I accidentally deleted it trying to make some space. Twat.

Do not use this cash machine if anything about it seems suspicious.

These guys requested I took their photo, then posed. I can only hope they’re drunk or making fun.

As is my prerogative, the photos I took of the actual event at FOWA are hugely unrelated. Anything else is a result of socialising afterwards. You don’t get any of the content in pictures of speakers, so why bother?

Taking photos of the signs at these things is so passé. Too many people crowding it.

Believe it or not, the least subtle plugs of products at FOWA were the big, constant lights on the walls. I know, right?

Marionette on Portobello Road

That’s some awareness of colour, when your house matches your car.

Was it gravity, Charlotte nearly flying across the road to a boutique?

Olives suck.

Man-up.