‘Twas the night before the wedding…

So here I am, in a lovely hotel room, the night before the wedding of two very dear friends, and of course I can’t sleep…

Since my brother’s wedding 3 weeks ago I am feeling a lot more positive about attending weddings; I’ll be honest they had filled me with apprehension since I was left, very suddenly __not__ getting married when I’d rather thought that I’d got all of this stuff sorted out. Nonetheless, despite my continued singledom I am starting to feel a little more at ease with my own life, and I have to say I am excited about tomorrow (or should I say later today), if for no other reason than the two people who are getting married are very dear to me.

Bunny (or more properly, Clare) has been a collaborator, muse, friend and support through some of the most tumultuous times of my recent past, and her fiancé Steve has likewise been a good friend, confidant and sounding board. Not only that, but both of them have been tremendous fun, and that is a gift beyond measure in its own right.

So why can’t I sleep..?

Well, the truth is that I have no idea, so I’m going to nip out for some late-night fresh air and then have another go… I’ve just killed about an hour making a considered and much edited (due to size constraints) response to a series of comments I’d received on a photography forum, having raised a contentious issue… Bluntly, I am saddened by how conservative and parochial my fellow creators can be, but I did not put it quite like that 😉

TTFN, and here’s to a great day tomorrow…


Last three of Cathy…

Cathy - Rockabilly & Goth in the Country

Cathy - Rockabilly & Goth in the Country

Cathy - Rockabilly & Goth in the Country

Your thoughts and comments appreciated, as ever…

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More of Cathy…

This is what happens when someone like Cathy loses her temper with her toys…

Cathy - Rockabilly & Goth in the Country

Cathy - Rockabilly & Goth in the Country

Cathy - Rockabilly & Goth in the Country

I look forward to hearin’ what you are thinkin’

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Movin’ to the Country…

Cathy, Neil and I went out into the Oxfordshire countryside to take some pictures…

Here is the first one, I am trickling out three at a time on Flickr…
Cathy - Rockabilly & Goth in the Country

Your thoughts dear reader(s) would be, as ever, appreciated…


London by night, then into the belly of the Whale.,.

So, this evening I walked from work (the corner of Webber Street and Blackfriars Road), to Henry’s, a bar of some repute (though not greatly deserved as it turns out) just off the apple market in Covent Garden. I was there in order to join with some chums in the pursuit of levity in the face of the impending departure of one of our number. That is to say that “Young Tom” as I have decided to dub him, is scant days away from quitting the capital and heading for the walled fastness and medieval splendour of York. Clearly we are all sad to see him go, and if it were not so laudable goal as the pursuit of not mere erudition, but the furthering of thought and the store of human knowledge then I think we would all be rather perplexed as to why.

And so we dined and wished him well, but then once dinner was done and the party scattered to their various hearths (or at least in the direction of them), I was left with the unavoidable truth that I had not yet filled my quota of daily walking.

For the benefit of the reader who may be unfamiliar with dear old London in the early twenty-first century, allow me to explain why I was initially unenthusiastic about walking for my health through her streets at a little before ten of the clock. Gone are the days of a London that dutifully sleeps. At any time of the year one can reliably expect the West End to be teeming with a strange mélange of tourists, drunken youths and raucous office workers, and to make matters worse I am always unsure of how safe it may or may not be to avoid the West End by using the Royal Parks at night. The upshot is that in order to do my quota of walking, I would have to negotiate the wide-mouthed tourists and the revellers, not to mention the n’er do wells of the night-time city, by walking through Covent Garden, across Leicester Square, over the corner of Soho and then down Oxford Street to Marble Arch and Hyde Park and then along the Bayswater Road until I recognised my surroundings well enough to cut back north(ish) to Paddington and my train home.

As it was, the walk was not so bad. I did have to swerve around the aforementioned, disparate groups quite a lot – it seems that very few people walk through the late evening in London with anything approaching a purpose, and I suppose it is only my new-found desire to do so that leads me to notice. After all, I have no antipathy towards these jolly folk out enjoying our glorious and historic capital… I just wish they would not clog the place up so.

Having arrived on Praed Street an hour later, and secured an insanely over-priced bottle of mineral water from the Budgens opposite Paddington Station, I wandered down the slip and was lucky enough to be in time for the last high speed train that stops at Reading. As I walked through the open barriers I noticed that the lights were dimmer than usual, or at least I had not noticed this gloomier look to late-night Paddington before, and as I looked up at the reds and whites of the ironwork under the roof I realised that under this subdued lighting the ceiling did put me in mind of the gullet of the whale in Pinocchio. So out of the sea of people and into the belly of the whale I went and the rest is a tale for another time.

Night all, sleep well…

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New GPS Software, some data inconsistency…

I have put another walk / run tracking app to the test on my iPhone, and while I am perturbed to discover that RunKeeper thinks that I am walking roughly 0.2 miles less than Google and / or MapMyFitness, I am not bothered overall, because regardless of the distance, I am walking the same route and I did it in 8 minutes less today than I have measured myself to do it in!!

Here is today’s map:

Onwards and upwards!

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iPhones, GPS and my new walking regime…

So, I am walking between Paddington and Work, or Work and Paddington depending on what fits, and this morning I have taken my “starting point” GPS trace of my walk. I’m not going to do it every day, but I am going to do it once a week (or so) to try and see how I improve…

Here’s the first one:

Be prepared to be bored with more of these as they come along…

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Shooting at The Roost…

I have had an epic weekend, including 8 hours of shooting at The Roost in Hackney yesterday. Here are a couple of shots that I’ve managed to work-up already, more to follow as well as a fuller account of my epic weekend…

Rebekka Raynor - Yes M'am! Miss Pixie - Window Portrait

Your thoughts, Dear Reader, would be appreciated as ever…

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