I like to take photos of things. Mostly peoples. Mostly pretty peoples, if I'm honest. But sometimes toys, or dogs, or maybe a tree. Y'know, interesting stuff.
I shoot a few burlesque shows, but that's just to kill time between photoshoots with models, where I can control the light and the pose and the magic.
My photos will have the tag "my photo". Otherwise, it's stolen from the vast wilderness that is the internet. I usually source pics from Model Mayhem, Flickr or We <3 it.
You wanna look me up elsewhere?
How are we all? We doing ok? That’s a cracking top you’ve on. Really brings out the colour in your eyes.
I never was any good at small talk. Or getting to the point, clearly.
What I’m trying to say is, I realise it’s only 10pm here ( GMT. The only time zone that matters ) but, gosh, I’m frightfully sleepy. So, I’m going to hunker down to bed and hopefully sleep soon. So, the likelihood of seeing you closer to midnight is slim.
So, I’ll just say it just pretend I’ve magically fast forwarded 2 hours:
3,
2,
1…..
Happy New Year!
<kiss on the cheek>
<hug>
I hope 2013 is a good one for you.
CHEERS! HURRAH! YAY! Now, drink up, and someone turn this shitty <regional television countdown programming> off, and turn the cd player back up. I was enjoying that Hey Ya! megamix.
31st December 2012
Notes: 7
I’m not a fan of sport. Any sport. Olympics, I couldn’t really give a shit about.
But FUCKING LOOK AT THIS! Some awesome lady has done her routine to the fucking Legend of Fucking Zel-Fucking-Da theme!
I found this part bordering on amusing:
The English are British and lots of people think the British are English but that annoys the Scottish and Welsh because although some think they’re British and some think they aren’t and some think they are but don’t want to be, they all agree that they definitely are not English. The Irish mostly think they are Irish, apart from the ones who are Northern Irish. Some say that makes them British and Irish. But others disagree and say they should just be Irish and then some say they aren’t British either but part of the United Kingdom. People from England, Scotland, Wales or Northern Ireland can all play cricket for England because they’re British as can those from Ireland even though they aren’t British. So can South Africans. The English play football for England unless they aren’t that good when they might try to play for Ireland. Those from the Isle of Wight are English, from Anglesey are Welsh and the Orkneys are Scottish, but although that means they aren’t from the island of Great Britain they’re still British. The Channel Islanders depend on the crown which is what the Queen wears but they aren’t in the UK and those from the Isle of Man are the same, apart from their cats.
Carly Rae Jepsen @ Capital FM’s SummerTime Ball
Cheer up, love.
‘sake.
Reblogged From thatswhatyougetfor
Sophie didn’t settle well last night, which is going to make today’s 6 hours of train travel all the more stressful.
With any luck, she’ll just chill out, watch out the window and have a couple of small naps ( because if she sleeps the whole journey, she’ll not sleep tonight….meaning she’ll be cranky on Wednesday ¬_¬ )
So, it’s 7am just now.
- We’re just waking up and going to get the 10am train to Glasgow.
- We land in Glasgow at 11am.
- Board the train waiting there, which leaves at 11:40
- Arrive in London at 4pm
- Walk from Euston to King’s Cross / St Pancras
- Get the Hammersmith&City out to Wood Lane
- And then we’ll be at our first destination, the lovely Kaye and Rory’s flat.
Then on Wednesday, we’re going for a jaunt back into London centre to meet up with Charlotte, Rhi and Sarah.
Thursday, we’re out to Morden / Sutton to stay with Laura and David and we’ll be with them and their new baby until the Tuesday morning, when we start heading home, landing back in the flat at about 6pm.
So. Busy time ahead. I may not Tumbl too much. Or, I may Tumbl a metric fucktonne. We’ll see. It’ll mostly be photo’s I’ve taken of Sophie or around London. We’re going to get some touristy photos with Soph…like, in front of Buckingham Palace, or her noising up a Beefeater, on in front of Big Ben….shit like that.
<3
Katy Perry @ Grammys 2012
Terrible quality vid, but it’s all I can find for now.
(Source: ruta-mia)
Katie and Sophie are asleep, so, for the bringing in of the bells, in about a half hour, I intend to have snuck out of bed and be playing Deus Ex on the xbox in the front room.
Start the year as you mean to go on, they say. So I’ll start it ball deep in video games, thank you very much.
So, it turns out, I might be spending my 2012 birthday in New York.
That’s quite exciting.
The downside? It’s gonna be my 30th birthday
0_0
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