No-one believes me when I say that mushrooms are evil. They look nice, sure, but they’ve got the texture of rubber and they taste like weird stuff so they’re evil.

And these ones

Made Charlotte

Sick.

I didn’t post a picture of the sick, though.

I got these – they’re pretty fun. You have to do this ghetto mod to your flashgun with a couple of thin strips of velcro. I like the light gold one, it’s kinda sepia-ey but only really subtle. I used it on the mushrooms to bring out that nice brown colour. The paler ones I think will be really useful, but I’m not sure about the magenta one.

I have the best mum. I don’t often talk about family or anything like that for no reason really. I just felt like stating the obvious and writing down somewhere that I love my mum and appreciate everything she has done, does and will ever do for me. I don’t really do excuse-to-buy-a-card holidays; I think impromtu displays of affection carry much more worth.

Thanks.

But not a holiday. Rough day. Lucky for me I have a cute dog and wife to cheer me up when everything else seems to be trying to bring me down.

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

Drunken portraits!

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 know tilt-shift is going the way of HDR, but I’m always fashionably late to the game.

We love Birmingham. I would walk round there all day if I was on my own. I always feel like a pain in the ass to the people I’m with when I have my camera on me. Stop. Walk. Stop. Walk. Stop. Walk. Go this way. Shit, we’ve walked 5 miles.

These are all best-viewed as large as possible – they look a bit wrong small.

I’m misplaced. That woman has no trousers on. That guy spent too long doing his hair. The music I like is too loud. I spat in someone’s ear trying to tell them I couldn’t hear them. £7 for whiskey?! I don’t pee in gutters. Don’t put that picture on Facebook. Charlotte’s probably in bed by now. I can’t be bothered to walk home, but I’m not paying for a taxi.

Just a few of the criticisms.