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Wednesday,
27th
April 2005
We stopped off at Buckingham Palace last weekend on our way back to catch the train at Victoria. We walked a
couple of miles from the hotel in Covent Garden back to the station, since it
was a nice day and all. We intended
to skirt around the perimeter of the palace but got caught up in a swarm of
tourists (I actually had to flag a policeman down and ask him why there were
thousands of people flocking outside the gates) and he looked at me (stunned)
and told me it was due to the changing of the guards like I should've known
that. Well shit, I thought it
was going to be something really interesting but by now it was total gridlock
and we had no choice but to wait for the crowds to disperse. So I took a few
photos and ate the chocolate muffin I'd smuggled out of the hotel breakfast bar
a few hours earlier.
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Tuesday, 5th
April 2005
This is the little guy taking an
afternoon nap - I go into his room, open the blinds, put on the radio, shove a
camera in his face and he still doesn't wake up. Definitely gets that from me. I slept through the storm of 87 while a tree
fell through the greenhouse 50ft from my bedroom window.
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Wednesday,
23rd March 2005
Honestly,
I must have done something really bad in a previous life because the tonsillitis
came back with a vengeance the day after I last wrote and got me yet again.
I have a high pain threshold; I had a natural childbirth and in comparison to
tonsillitis that
kind of stung a bit so when I say this is a 10 on the pain barometer I really
mean it. I think maybe I need to get rid of my tonsils - do they actually serve
a purpose anyway?
I'm sure in a few more days I'll
be as right as rain. Bear with me folks.
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Tuesday, 15th
March 2005
 I’m not the kind of
person who’ll complain about every little ailment (trust me, I’ve never been
so ill since I had the little guy and this blog could quite easily be filled
with tales of woe if I felt so inclined) but I have the MOTHER of all throat
infections and it knocked me out flat for 4 days. The Doctor (who I saw at
an emergency clinic at Midnight on Saturday) diagnosed tonsillitis. Not only are
my tonsils twice the size they should be but that dangly thing in the middle has also swollen up and at one point I could barely breathe, let alone
swallow. I was about ready to just give up and drown in my own saliva and if BF
hadn’t called the Doctor (because I couldn’t talk) then I seriously think I
would’ve passed out with the pain. I’ve lost 6lb in 4 days (The Tonsillitis
Dietä) because food just
wasn’t an option. So this is just a heads up to let you know I’m still here
(drinking pureed banana through a straw), but still here and feeling a whole lot
better than I did yesterday..
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Friday, 11th
March 2005
Well,
I went to Brighton and wore my camera “with pride” like I threatened and
after about 30 minutes I stopped looking at people looking at me and just
went about my business. It was fun, if a little chilly but I survived to tell
the tale so…kudos to me, I think. I’m going to London next weekend to see a show
so maybe I’ll attempt some more street photography up there. I should hopefully
look even less conspicuous carrying a camera around in the capital.
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Tuesday, 8th
March 2005
I always think
there are two types of photographers; the confident type that wear their camera
with pride and those who keep it hidden in their bag and whip it out when they
think no-one is looking. I fall into the second category most of the time and it’s a real
bug-bear of mine. I hate my lack of confidence, I hate thinking that perhaps
someone is wondering what I’m doing and I’ll hardly ever take a photo in the
street unless I’m sure no-one is watching me. It’s almost as if my camera is
some dirty, seedy little device to be ashamed of. What the fuck is up with that?
In an attempt
to overcome this insecurity I’m going to Brighton later this week,
alone, and I’m going to wear my camera around my neck the whole time. While
walking down the Lanes, while stopping for a coffee in some chic, overpriced café,
while battling through hoards of people. And I’m going to stop and take a
picture of whatever interests me, even if it means a confrontation with someone.
And there I go again…assuming there’ll be a confrontation when it may
end up being a polite conversation with someone who’s simply curious or
interested in photography themselves. I’m always on the defensive. I really
need to get over it.
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Thursday, 10th February
2005
Dear Microsoft
How the fuck do
I kill that evil Windows Messenger program? It’s eagerness to launch if I so
much as sneeze irritates the crap out of me and I don’t have, and hopefully
never will, a burning desire to stay up until the early hours of the morning chatting to bored 15 year old schoolboys masquerading as intelligent adults.
We
all know that intelligent adults don’t stay up past 11.00pm.
Yours,
A
disgruntled Windows user
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Wednesday, 26th January 2005
We’ve recently booked another trip to
Florida for May. When we visited Florida in November we left the little guy with
his Grandparents for a week; a stunt I wouldn’t be able to pull twice even if
I wanted to. This time we need to have an itinerary, as opposed to just winging
it and pulling up outside a hotel mid afternoon in the hope of getting a room
for the night a la Mary and Joseph. This time we need to actually plan ahead like responsible
adults. We'd like to go back to the barrier islands of Sanibel and Captiva but
they have these fiendish little bugs that bite even the smallest patch of
exposed skin and inflicting that upon a 2 year old wouldn’t be fair. Unless...unless we take him to Disneyland first! By enduring the horror that is
Disney, we can alleviate some of the bug guilt. So that’s our
plan. Do Disney, get some insect repellent, then do the islands.
Sanibel has a reputation for some of the
best shelling in the world but I had absolutely no interest in getting up at
sparrow fart and scouring the beach for little keepsakes. However, I found
myself waking up at 6am most mornings anyway because of jet lag so one day I
took an impromptu stroll along the shore while BF slept and damn, if I wasn’t
hooked. I’d encounter maybe 2 or 3 other people the whole hour I was out
there. I’d wrap myself up in a jumper just as dawn was breaking, watch the sun
rise and the tide retreat then I’d comb the beach for shells while a beautiful
red sky exploded above me. That was one of the highlights of Florida for me.
Absolutely magical. I can’t wait to go back, if only for that little slice of
heaven in the morning.
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Tuesday,
25th January 2005
I had such high hopes for this entry whilst
laying in bed last night. I had a head full of juicy blog fodder and I said to
myself "self" I said, "no need to get up and write it down at
this ungodly hour,
you'll remember it in the morning" and now I don't remember shit. I must be
getting old.
I guess I could tell you what I did today,
I do remember that much. I dropped the little guy off at nursery, went to
Staples and bought some speakers for my computer, went to McDonalds and bought a
coffee and some cinnamon toast, came home, spent 20 minutes mopping up coffee I
spilt on the desk while trying to install aforementioned speakers,
called my ISP's tech support to try and resolve an e-mail problem that's been
ongoing for several weeks, hung up after 10 minutes of trying to navigate their
Mensa assembled telephone system, watched a hailstone shower from my office window, sat
down to write this. I know, you're wondering why I bothered, right?
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