I’m not talking about the Peoples Front of Judea. Nor the Judean Peoples Front. Nor even the Judean Popular Peoples Front. Splitters though they all are. I’m talking about RyanAir. The question has recently been asked, are airlines splitting up groups of travellers deliberately in order to make a bit of extra cash by forcing passengers to pay to book specific seats? I can answer that question, with the image above. The answer is yes. I do, after all, have two free seats next to me. Continue reading
Is this the future for Britain? Brexit – a half baked ideology, promoted by half wit Nigel, voted for by half the population, most of whom did so half heartedly, half cocked negotiations, cheered on by a half-brained foreign secretary – and we’re not even quite half the way through the Article 50 timeframe. But do you want to know what really worries me? What should worry everybody, Remainer and Brexiter alike? The Conservative party has not a clue how to implement Brexit. Not a single clue. The front benches resort to waffle to desperately avoid anything of substance, fact or import for Continue reading
Once upon a long ago, I worked in central London, in a posh convenience store frequented by the wealthy residents of Kensington. And tourists. Horses of them. Many of whom were also on the wealthy side of stinking rich. Tourists will often ask for directions to the most famous parts of the city. And they would rarely come even close to pronouncing Leicester Square correctly. On a slow work day, one would take a perverse pleasure in feigned ignorance when asked Continue reading
I was a reasonably early adopter with digital photography. My first camera was a Sanyo 1.3mp model, when anything over 1mp was considered cutting edge technology. The problem it had was excessive noise in low light. Which was the bane of digital photography for many years, first with dedicated cameras and then with phone based cameras.
This is a special beach, an hour or so down the road from us. It’s a beach that has been 6,000 years in the making, and like most beaches it’s still ‘in the making’. The pebbles may appear to be a uniform size, but as you go up or down the beach they become larger or smaller. And every century, the storms that batter this part of the coast push the beach five metres back. There’s plenty about this 29km long stretch of beach to interest the geologically minded. But for those of us who are less scientifically inclined, it’s simply a Continue reading
Why do I like photography? Why that and not some other expression of creativity? The answer is simple. I can’t paint to save my life. See above. Yet I am better at painting than singing, playing musical instruments, dancing, acting or any other form of artistic creativity. So I take photographs. It’s easy. Let the camera and computer do the hard work, and then pass off its produce as my own.
I feel that I’m closer still to ditching my iMac as my primary photography processing machine. I’ve used my iPad Mini 4 a few times to process and upload my photos. I shot my recent trip to Cheddar in RAW to see how it handled the format. I imported them into the iPad and used Lightroom Mobile, rather than VSCO. The latter has some nice filters and produces some good results. But Lightroom Mobile is by far the more powerful tool for general organisation and processing. And both iPad, Lightroom and VSCO handled the RAW files just fine. Continue reading
It is enirely plausible that my distant ancestors once lived in caves. I can see the appeal of a cave for a person who lived in a world without bricks, tiles and mortar. A cave offers a reasonable level of shelter. I don’t live in a cave, however. I’m mightly pleased about the introduction of bricks, tiles and mortar into the construction process. If at all possible, I’d like to continue living in my modern, comfortable, warm brick and mortar based property. All I need to do is keep paying my mortgage and home insurance payments. Continue reading
Tis the first of February. And I found a photo from February, way back in the past. All the way back to 2005. It is the oldest known photo of Mrs P and I together, thirteen years ago. She had arrived in the UK for her first trip to Europe at the end of December. Her original plan was to stay less than a month, with half of it spent whizzing around Europe. First stop Paris. Then to Berlin. And finally to Rome, where she stayed with a Mexican friend who had Continue reading
My big fear. There are many things that I ‘am not fond of’ but which do not induce night terrors. Aerophobia, agoraphobia, glossophobia, trypanophobia and musophobia all fit into this category. Two of the other common phobias, claustrophobia and coulrophobia, well they don’t bother me at all. My big fear is acrophobia. It can manifest itself in unusual ways sometimes. And it is a most unfortunate and inconvenient phobia for someone who likes views from above as much as I. Continue reading
A change is as good as a rest. So they say. So I have decided to change my theme. The old one had begun to bore me. Do you like? Or not like? I’m not 100% sure, but I rarely am when it comes to change. I’ll run with it for a while and see if I get used to it. There’s no sidebar or footer for widgets. Any widgets have to fit in a pull down section at the top. I’m not keen on pull down sections filled with junk. So the dynamic blogroll has gone. Along with my Twitter feed. Meh. Continue reading
The date? It’s the 27th June 2010. The place? The FIFA FanFest in the Zocalo, Mexico City. The time? Just before 10am in Mexico. Just before 4pm in South Africa. The model? Well, that’s me. Fully kitted out in my England top, waiting anxiously for the World Cup match between Germany and England to kick off. One of very few Englishmen or women there and well outnumbered by the Germans. As usual. But we are optimistic. You know. World War II, 1966 and all that. It’s the first knockout stage. Continue reading
Three things that I may never tire of. Number One. Looking at the Taj Mahal. It’s a majestic beauty. I’m lucky to have seen it in the flesh with my own eyes. Number 2. Playing around with photos in editors of all sorts. One of my favourites over the last year or so is Prisma. I ‘created’ this one on my iPad using Prisma. Adding an iPad app to complement the iPhone app was a great move. Continue reading
Do you like my new shoes? I love my new shoes. Mrs P was initially dubious about my new shoes. Aren’t they awfully orange? I pointed to the pair I was wearing at the time, the ones that were to be replaced. They were bright pink. A bit of orange wasn’t going to deter me. My new shoes are a pair of Clarks, an old and well respected English firm that is Continue reading
One of my first jobs, perhaps my first ever job, was as a paper boy. It’s most boys first job. It didn’t pay a fortune, but it could be done in about an hour, early in the morning before school. It was a much better job on a warm summer morning than on a wet, dark wintry morning. I quickly worked out that I was better off leaving my BMX bike at the newagents and running my round. When I was a kid, I could run like Forest Gump. But further. I’m Continue reading