I bet you need a powerful, versatile flash gun for that old manual focus Nikon of yours, don’t you? Here’s a good one.
When I was a kid I used to lie in bed at night with my crappy Sanyo radio and roam the shortwave bands. I loved those voices from distant places. My favourite was Radio Tirana. On the nightly English-language news a male/female duo with the plummiest RP delivery imaginable (accents presumably acquired at Oxbridge and… Continue reading Through the looking glass
I sold a lens on eBay the other day and my buyer wrote to tell me he’d seen the pics on my weblog and that I have ‘great Bokeh’. So now I can confirm that Bokeh is not a Japanese sexual practice but the word photographers use for those blurred discs you see in the… Continue reading Got Bokeh?
Aidan Rankin’s gripping piece from The New Statesman about his experiment with being right-wing. He joined UKIP and spent a couple of years working on policy and campaigns until the nastiness overcame him. Thankfully, the experience worked like an inoculation and Rankin is now back on the left (or, at least, somewhere in the middle).… Continue reading Reading
Thank you to the eight staff (I counted them) of the marvelous Circus Ricardo who entertained us Saturday afternoon. An almost perfect treat – artless, funny, very British – the polar opposite of hyper-finished, totally slick (and equally wonderful) Shrek 2. Those eight staff, of course, did everything, so we bought our candy floss from… Continue reading British, amateurish, brilliant…
More pics from one of my regular traverses of the West End, including one of the many electric cars popping up all over the congestion charging zone and a Portuguese snack… Click here for a few more.
Everyone has their favourite button on the microwave. Here’s mine.
Sometimes the crappy little pictures from my Camphone are really gorgeous – like this little Rembrandt from Blacks yesterday (and a few others from the phone).
I bought a big bag of 1970s and 80s badges from eBay (click the little pics for bigger ones). “I vote for I.I.C.C. Shooting Stars of Ibadan”?
A long time ago, I worked in a library and one of the joys of the job was the Dewey Decimal classification system – a Victorian wonder of such arbitrary beauty that it often left me speechless in awe of Mr Dewey’s simple ambition: to assign all of human knowledge (with some room for growth)… Continue reading Pauperism: 339. Anatomy: 611. Butter: 637. Dancing: 793. Greenland: 998. Mortality: 312