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.

tramp cuisine..

Stopped off in Bristol today to sample the culinary greenness of old man Gassons kitchen wizardry. started with green soup. then followed by green mash. we also had fish pie. proper pie - not with mash like the time i went with the said chef to a pub in Tetbury and they had the pie of the day - shepherds pie - thats not a pie thats like an all in one meal.posh people!

Also went to Barry today using an address supplied to us by a woman who asked another woman for the numbers and letters of the address.....that'll be the postcode then.

champers and champers..

just returned from the yearly pilgrimage to the french mecca of mountain biking - morzine. the wee town sees more than its fair share of pyjama clad idiots on oversized bikes who seem to think that building braking bumps on the pleny is their job. no. idiots.

it was a fantastic week though which mainly consisted of impersonating the many scots on the trip, wearing through break pads, getting drunk, very drunk, eating, riding champerie (if thats how you spell it) and most memorably the pleny singletrack in the wet!

tidy

for george..

this is for you george (a little late-i know)

and for all you others who don't ride bikes (yes noah - there are people who don't ride bikes) its adults on childs bikes......playing in the woods

glaston berry..

so i finally managed to download the three flashcards sat on my computer at home.  i guess maybe glastonbury wasn't that bad after all....at least the sun was sining on my nice new specs

square eyes..

my mum always said to me if you watch too much tv you'll get square eyes and you'll have to wear glasses...

just on a coach to the motherland. watching people in the slow lane - few hippies in mini vans, fat cats in their porsches a man towing a portaloo, a family from germany, some students all squeezed into a tiny citroen, some bad boy in his escort and that is about that as the traffic has now reached such a slow level of progression that we keep overtaking the same people. rubbish.

there is a reason the train costs more - its quicker. much quicker.

going going gone...

its been so busy recently running around for the red tops, entertaining the getty and occasionally portraying the south west with my lens that in the only day i have left myself to do the everyday runnings of life (well yes - obviously i have taken days off for fun!) i have spent it paying bills, tidying, sorting out random stuff and generally realising that all the money is gone. well i guess it was only a matter of time.

oh yeah...and i didn't really enjoy glastonbury - but atleast i have a car park sticker to leave in my windscreen to look "cool" in london!