I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.

Thomas A. Edison

Tim Minchin, quoteth thusly:

At 1153 I instigate the days ablutions in the hope my constitution can be altered by some action on the bowl.

but the total non-existence of colonic animation seems to me the perfect metaphor for the utter constipation of my soul.

JMD & Maggie Wed

"Would you mind taking one or two photos at the church dave?"

 

800 photographs later, 200 processed and put online, 65 on facebook, and the admission that Im a perfectionist cannot be far behind. Bless.

silhouettes

 

singledom

Ok so Im watching 'he's just not that into you' (so kill me) and Jennifer Aniston is being sniggered at as she walks the dog down the isle in her sisters wedding, which is a visual play on her own spinsterly singleness and its unacceptability - and I have this funny moment where I realise thats what I looked like at Luke and Rachels wedding, taking their dog Devon from the church behind the bridal party... cut to the reception and as the camera pans across the room to Jennifers charachter sat alone at a table it catches the bride saying to her new husband 'seriously DEVON, I really did feel like there was a splash, a monet of hesitation blah blah blah'. Seriously? Devon? Are you frickin kidding me? Im not even going to try to read into that shit. You do it. You.

londres

Meeting old friends, a cruise on the thames, dining on the river, strolling through the market, chilling on deckchairs in the park, a squat for a bar with Brick Lane feeding our tums... perfect day.

Lazy summer sundays

The shout went out. I thought maybe a handful would turn-up. In the end there was me, ev, rob, hannah, mia, giles, becky, chloe, rowan, ollie, wil, cat, helen, toby and mr bentley the dog. Thats 15 including k9. What a great way to spend a sunny sunday evening.

You make me want to be a better man.

Im an intelligent guy. Youre gonna have to do much better then youre doing. Youre really not helping. I mean, Im drowning here... and you're describing the water!

Cruisin on the 5 wif ma pop-top down...

Mid-life crisis comes in many forms. Some find their freedom in a Porsche, others find it up a tree after packing everything in. Mine, if the last few weeks is anything to go by, has taken a much more prosaic form. That of a 1998 Peugeot Talbot Express Pop-top.

The rumblings of this notion have been stirring in my head for many a year but took no solid plannable form until I tripped to Devon with friends recently in one of their campervans. I was utterly and instantly hooked. All of my disparate wanderlusts snapped together in the form of 4 wheels, fake wood panneling, interior storage space, cooking facilities and the promise of a bed constructable from bits of table and cushions. It took no more than 2 weeks to find the right 'project', for be under no illusion, project is exactly what it is - the price range im talking about does not buy warranty or reliability. And now here I am, a total of 4 weeks from that fateful day of realisation, standing and looking back at the maiden voyage of my beige beauty.

She doesnt have a name yet. The big T on the bonnet and steering wheel make the first letter of her name a formality. The rest of it has yet to suggest itself. Tbird, BigT and Talulah (she's french afterall) have each been mooted.

So on saturday, having received the call from Will informing me they were setting off ahead of me and would wait at Taunton after picking Lee up, I packed up my few provisions and headed off south. Well north first. Then west a bit. Then finally south.

Oh wait, the playoff final highlights are on. Ill finish this another time. x