Trunk

I love trees, I do. It's a while since I hugged one though. Must rectify that this weekend.

Cups

Not just a made up card game.

Watching TV at 3am?

Blame the Fonejacker.

I've seen the light

The Demise of Cubeville 8

The Demise of Cubeville 7

The Demise of Cubeville 6

The Demise of Cubeville 5

The Demise of Cubeville 4

The Demise of Cubeville 3

The Demise of Cubeville 2

The Demise of Cubeville 1

Tea

Rights all wrongs.

Man @ Work

24 Hour Party People

Making Nottingham the city that never sleeps.

Robin Hood Terrace

Just to the right of this photo was an ex-coal-miner in a flat cap, out walking his whippet.

Home = Cloudy

Caribbean Paradise

I used to think all that stuff about paradise islands was over-blown but now I've been lucky enough to go there I understand. I guess that's the problem with once-in-a-lifetime holidays: you want to go back every year.

When they said Beach-Front Cottage...

They weren't lying.

Macro Inverted Flower

With giant caterpillar.

If you build it, they will come

"Hello, is it that Parties-R-Us?"
...
"Yes, I'd like to order one party please."
...
"Extra large size please."
...
"Yes, yes, that's right. Just come and put it in this field."
...
"Thank you."
<-click->

Metal Tree?!

Bah! They don't make 'em like they used to.

Van Gogh...

Knew what he was on about.

Howies says: Carpe Diem

Heed this advice well for one day, suddenly, it may be too late.

{update}
You know I almost didn't credit my favourite clothing company for the t-shirt that is photographed here. Howies not only gave me a free replacement t-shirt when I crashed off my bike and was cut out of it by a paramedic (it had this same slogan on actually) but they also come up with the best designs and craft all their t-shits from organic, fairly traded cotton and apply exceptional ethical standards to all their business.

Or at least they say they do and frankly, I believe them.

Pixel perfect

This is a photograph of a painting of a pixellated image of Bruce Lee.

I was given it for Christmas from my fianceé who bought it from the artist that lived downstairs who moved to panama last year.

Bulls with sunshine

I wandered lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high amongst sunshine.
When all at once I spied a crowd:
A host of golden-lit bovines.
Beside the road, but lacking trees,
Chewing the cud, enjoying the breeze.

Edale

It didn't feel as nice as it looks when I embedded it in my elbow and knee while going over my handle bars.

Boring people...

Have tidy desks.

This Rose by any other name...

Would still be odourless.

I May, I Might, I Must

If you will tell me why the fen
appears impassable, I then
will tell you why I think that I
can get across it if I try

Marianne Moore (1887 - 1972)

The Daily Commute, Return Leg.

Stairway to heaven :-)

I remember when all this was ...

Do you think that every generation will have a thing where parents say to their children "I remember when all this was ..."?

Just as my (hypothetical, stereotypical) father would say to me "Son, I remember when all this was fields" I can quite easily conceive of a future where I might tell my son: "Son, I remember when all this was Smoking. When you could just walk down the street and light up. When people actually used to smoke inside pubs and the staff there would get lung cancer and die. When you would go out for a night on the town and would come home stinking like an ash tray whether you'd been smoking or not. When you would often walk into a restaurant only to find the air so choked with smoke that you wouldn't even dream of eating there. When tobacco didn't even come with a health warning!"

Yes I think I will tell my son that.

The Daily Commute

A descent into hell :-(

The Camera Never Lies

In case you were wondering, and I know you weren't because surely no-one even reads this blog (yet?), but in case you were wondering why I posted the picture of The Door then I will now enlighten you.

Consider, for a moment, opening this door to be the trigger for an epiphany. If you were to open the door what would you find behind it? Would it be the secret of nuclear fusion thereby solving the world's energy needs? Or would it be a vaccine for malaria or HIV?

Or would it simply be the mundane truth that yesterday I acquired a new mobile telephone which was manufactured by Sony Ericsson who automatically configure all their new handsets to post to Blogger?

I wonder...

The Door

Portal to another world, maybe.

And so it begins

I've just shed my last shred of Luddite dignity. The ever-growing hold over me by the world wide web (version 2.0) reaches new heights, or maybe depths, today with the founding of my own personal blog.

My blight upon the internet now extends thusly, in chronological order of founding:

• A wiki - powered by MediaWiki
  
• Social Networking - on the ubiquitous Facebook
• Social Bookmarking - on the excellent del.icio.us
• Photo Sharing - as of yesterday via Picasa Web Albums
• And now a Blog

I've resisted this particular flavour of digital promiscuity more than any other. I mean, who am I to think that anyone else would care to read my log, whether web-based or otherwise? Reflecting upon this I was reminded of a prayer. I barely even changed the title.

The Internet-Prayer of Humble Access
We do not presume to come to this thy internets, O merciful Blogosphere,
trusting in our own righteousness,
but in thy manifold and great content.
We are not worthy so much as to gather up the comments under thy blogs.
But thou art the same Blogosphere, whose property is always to welcome more content;
Grant us therefore, gracious Blogosphere,
so to read the words of thy dear blogs, and to view thy photostreams,
that our sinful comment may be made clean by thy comment,
and our posts washed through thy most precious feeds,
and that we may evermore link to thee, and thee link to us.
Amen