I have really not been interested in the old camera recently. I’m riding a video game, inflammatory writing and coding wave at the moment. My poor guitar.

I don’t know what that pigeon is up to, but I do know I’d be more scared of a pigeon above me than a human in front of me. Saying that, DSLRs have been mistaken for RPGs, so maybe he’s just seen that.

We all use math, every day.

I always seem to spot something different on the way to catch a train. The light we’ve been having in the morning recently has been so bright, it’s my favourite time to go out hunting for photos.

I know it’s childish, but I’m quite childish

I just hope the former owner of this managed to remove himself before the frost began to set in. If you think a tongue on an icy lolly is painful…

I’ve wanted to take those top two for ages. With the shutters down, The Hub on Lower Shirley High Street looks so simple and distraction free. Problem is, I’m usually in a hurry to get to the train station when I go past at the right time.

Same with that house, really. I missed the decent opportunity – there’s way less stuff out there now than there was before, but it still looks pretty cool, I think.

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

Boring though the landscape was, there were highland cattle and a cool-looking 12th-century church with a very friendly woman inside. Got me thinking and talking about campanology – something I’ve not though/spoken about for absolutely ages. I’ve developed a relatively morbid curiosity about whether I could still do it, but I doubt anything will come of it.