van envy..

there's nothing sexier than a lady and her van..

if only i was good with paperwork....

I can only guess that if i was as good as the guy ( or gal for that matter) that owned the car parked outside my hotel last week at my paperwork i might own a rather stupid car too..

I think I am well on my way...

the keys would be nice...

as much as i enjoyed taking a picture of this lovely bike.......and it is lovely (note the colour coded chainguard to stop your trousers getting oily). i think i would have preferred the keys to the lock so i could go for a ride. you see after consuming a few pints of the local tipple and thinking that a camera bag would be a perfect replacement for a tripod i think a good ride around the city would have improved my evening somewhat...

i hear that there is always light at the end of the rainbow though...

windows and the past..

whilst working in the vicinity of the savoy the other day i saw this old chap park his glistening 80's mercedes with all the trims and spoilers...i thought the whole scene was a bit timeless....well a bit 80's anyway

westcountry snapper heads north...

I like to start my journeys fresh. So after a wedding in which I managed to break both my flashguns, I popped a few drunk people home in bristol and then drove to london for a blistering few hours kip before heading through hemel hempstead and nearly through a red transit van up the m1 in the pourning rain. With some beautiful but argumentative company i progressed grumpily and swiftly up to places where it says 'The South - Manchester' and to our destination.


Pictured is young Benjamin the latest addition to my long lineage. Very sweet but not for long...I'm his uncle.