The Jeffery Barnard Suite

Walked past Kings Reach Tower in a fit of nostalgia (I spent 5 years working on the 25th floor there) it's empty now. Then a excellent evening spent at The Coach And Horses with Cornelius Hope, Robin and Mr Perou.

The Clacking Machine

Visited South Kensington to admire Mr Babbages Differance Engines at the Science Museum. I'm a bit obsessed with the idea of Victorian computers. Then onto the Natural History Museum to visit the ancestors.

London England

Noise, grime, fear, etc, etc. I have to recompress. A terrific night spent with TV Magic and the Imps from New Zealand.

iGallop

Here's my old mate Andy demonstrating his iGallop. It's a USB compatible device that teaches you to ride horses in the comfort of your own living room. I'm not making this up.

Camber Sands

Oldie photo. It was great when I used to take pictures on my light leaky Olympus XA2 because I never knew what would come out. I'm thinking about investing in a Leica M8 Digital but pics like one make me doubt the wisdom of that decision....

Tesco Dawg

On Native American Reservations there are wild, savage and feral dogs roaming free called Rez Dawgs. Over here the equivalent is the Supermarket Dawg which is left in the car as the owner does the weekly shop, guarding the MPV by barking, growling and drooling.

How To Stop An Exploding Man

The Ladsmag gods have summoned me back to Gotham. Elsewhere Heroes starts tonight on BBC2. I suggest you watch it as my old friend Ted Kessler stars as the L.A cop who can hear what people are thinking and my ex also makes an appearance as the blonde dual personality psychopath who hallucinates every time she looks in the mirror .

"You're gonna end up on the boat for this McNulty"

At the moment I feel that I'm on the picture editor/photographer/writers equivalent of the Harbour Patrol.

My Grandfathers House

Far Right Car Boot Sale

Is it me or are car boots and charity shops nothing like as good as they used to be? Perhaps I should return to my old habit of shopping exclusivly at Selfridges

Shortys Gone Digital

My 22 month old niece has got so bored of driving to the lab, dropping film off, waiting for dev and contact and then dealing with the prima donna hand printers at Metro Art that she's gone and got herself a digital camera: She does all her own retouching now too.

Triple A

Spent the day sorting junk I've had stored at gramps' for ages. Don't remember going to that Fugazi gig. Also found tons of promotional CDs. Will I ever listen to Marion, 60 Foot Dolls or Raging Speedhorn ever again?

'Days'

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.

Philip Larkin

Mr & Mrs Perou

Just back from Perou's wedding in Kent. It was a great and happy occasion. Have a look at http://kentwedding.blogspot.com for a few more pics etc.

Hullicane Katrina

We've had a spot of rain up here.

My Own Private Glastonbury

Because of the recent death in family I did not make it to the Tor this year. Instead I walked around the vale listening to Explosions In The Sky and Mogwai, imagining I was trudging from backstage to the New Bands Tent as I navigated the Westwood. Upon reflection I am very glad I am not there as I would be sharing the same air as Phil 'Obese terminally unfunny Mod bully' Jupitus and Lauren 'used to be in a fat indie band from Newcastle and now chief patronising arts idiot on the BBC' Laverne. The buisness of Glastonbury this year (as seen through BBCi) is making me feel sick. Although I'm just watching The Killers and it's brilliant.

Robert Alfred Spencer 9/11/1911 - 21/6/2007

Fete Worse Than Death

Biggest day of the year for the village spent with the Hockey sisters.

Planet Caravan

Park Avenue

Andy and Casey.

Visual Metaphor

La Vache

OK. I've been slack. So, I will endevour to try and update everyday from now on. Here's a picture of a cow. I really must recomend 'Down By The River Where The Dead Men Go' by George P Pelacanos as the best novel I have ever read about drinking (and Private Investigation) ever.

Eine Jahre Alt

This internet effort is a year old today. It started with a picture of dogface on a beach (in Kent) and so it only seems appropriate that there's another picture of him on a beach today (near Bridlington) I was never really sure what the point of doing a blog was and I'm still not. ALOT has changed in the last year but I think I'll keep it alive. As Leonard Cohen once sang "I hope your keeping some kind of record..."

Sarah In The Area

Sarah has been home for a few days, been great to see probably my oldest schoolfriend. Some ducks have taken up home in the front garden.

London Kills Me