The inevitable result of too much Rock Band drumming. That’s the little finger on my right hand, with blisters on the finger itself and on my palm. I think perhaps I hold the stick too loosely.
Yet another Xbox succumbs to the inevitable RRoD. It’s always amusing when it happens to a demo one though. “Hey, please buy our… remarkably unreliable console!”
When the line between genius and madness is as thin as the line between pizza and cheese on toast!
(Two slices of home-baked bread, tomato pizza base from a jar, salami, and cheese. It tasted great, but then, everything that fatty tastes great after a few…)
The bottom hundred feet or so of the Cwmbran valley this morning seems to be filled with some sort of extra thick mist - complete with rainbow. I love how defined the edge of the mist is.
(Photos taken by me precariously hanging out of the window, trying to hold my iPhone and use the Camera app with one hand, preying I wouldn’t drop it!)
On 28th June 2008, we marked my mate Scott’s eighteenth birthday (his 12th eighteenth birthday in a row, fact fans) with a curry at the surpassingly excellent The Cinnamon Tree. I heartly recommend their mixed shashlik, which was very lovely indeed. However you should be cautious as to their green chilli chicken…
…which Toby ordered. The light was quite dim in the restaurant and the colours are all out of whack on this photograph; in person, the curry was much greener in colour than the brownish you see here. It was green because of a very simple reason — it was approximately 75% green chillis, with a further 20% consisting of pureed green chillis. These were the sort of thin, long chillis you see used in a lot of Indian cooking, like the ones in this picture, and they were pretty potent. I have no idea how he ate any of this, and yet he very nearly finished it, much to our collective surprise. Bravo!
Awesome! I came second on the fifth BETEO photography challenge with this entry, on the theme of Degeneration or Dilapidation:
Read on for some of my rejected pics as well as a discussion of how I took this one.
I have been sorting out my digital photos over the last week or so, collating them, resorting them, and getting them organised onto my new NAS. Came across these two, one of which I thought I’d lost and the other I had completely forgotten about!
The left hand one, with the long hair, was taken in May (I think) 1998 in my mate Richard Hardwicke’s room in Oxford University. The beardless one was June 2004, which was the last time I was clean shaven. I shaved it off on a whim. I grew it back a week later!
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