Confessions of a Dibberous Mind

It's a small world and websites are even smaller... I subscribe to an arty-farty website called Photosig on which a bunch of international chaps and chapettes foist their (often pornographic and usually sub-standard) photographic portfolios and adventures upon one-another. The idea of the site is to critique each other's work and help to improve the overall standard of photography. The practicality is that the professional elite disparage the amateurs who then sell their equipment in a fit of hopeless despair. I take no notice of the barrage of abuse and concentrate on what I like to look at. Last night I was flicking through the fresh additions to the site looking for inspiration when I came across a rather " artisitic " photo which caught my eye. This wasn't the usual "internal examination shot" so enjoyed by our European cousins - it was, instead, a nicely lit topless shot of a universally attractive model. The thing that really caught my eye w...

I can no longer sleep (sleep? don't talk to me about bloody sleep...)... My mind is racing out of control and I just don't know where to turn. The cause of my current turmoil? The death of my earlier happiness? Well I could blame Sarah for waking me up after 4 hours of sleep to take out the recycling but that is a minor abrasion on the paper thin dermis of existence. The real cause is the suffering of thousands of penguins this Christmas! Due to the breaking away of an iceberg (huge ice mountain not small tasteless lettuce) called B15A or "Beeza" to it's cohorts the poor defenceless penguins are having to travel up to 60 miles to get food for their fluffy little chicks. This means a round trip of 120 miles just to pick up some munchies. This comes hard upon the revelation the other penguins are becoming so interested in jets and helicopters flying overhead that they are falling over backwards trying to trace the crafts as they pass. In response I am plann...

Ah well still no news on the proper Blogsite so I'll struggle on here for a bit. I'm feeling a little more ebullient today so that should mean that the post will be proportionally less funny but you can't have everything eh? Sad songs are better than happy songs but they make you feel bad! I am in the process of selling my DV Cam. It's a sad day but, as it has come in as handy as a Spanish phrase book written entirely in Spanish, it is the only decent thing to do. Hopefully it will result in a happier and less suicidal yuletide. Recently I have had a bit of a funk on my shoulders and, realising that I have been living like a capitalist peeeeg for a number of months, I have decided it is time to get back to basics. I have been a caravan dwelling dole-ite and a no-food-for-a-week-except-a-packet-of-biscuits student so when did I become so decadent? Things were so bad (psychologically it transpired) that I even considered selling my prized possessions... The DVDs...