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Originally uploaded by escaped.monkey.
I don't like this picture, but it's the only one I took today.
Barreling barreling barreling barrels of piss.
My wonderful photoblog, or 'phblog' if you want a shit new phrase. One photo taken every day for a year. At least I hope so, I might get hit by a truck in March or something. Find the rest of my photos here.

I don't like this picture, but it's the only one I took today.
Barreling barreling barreling barrels of piss.

My bag and its buckle. This shot actually took a little bit of preparation like what a real photographer would do.

Didn't bother leaving the house today, so here's an arty and very pretentious one from inside my room. Photoshop make pretty.

Learned a new photoblog lesson today. Always keep your camera charged in case you decide to wear it down by taking lots of photos of somebody in quick succession. When I checked my camera this morning I had about 25 pictures with nothing but Fran in them.
Way to go Fran.

We decided to try out five weird-sounding Wetherspoons beers.
The Herold was like Guinness somebody had farted in. The Fruli was like licking a sticky puddle of Red Bull. The Kozel was some pissy lager, the Lech was Becks, and I can't quite remember drinking the Etalon.

Just right now, I started to try and geotag my photos. That's a feature in Flickr which basically lets you pin your photos on Google Maps (or the Yahoo equivalent) so the community can see photos from a certain area or something.
Then I got bored trying to figure out whereabouts in Brighton I got pissed and wandered off to. Geotagging could drive you insane. It's one more obsession I don't need.
Here's the tube. This was taken at Edgware Road tube station, find it on Google Maps yourself.

It snowed in London this morning, so I tried to take pictures on the way to work. I didn't want to look like I was stalking people, so I shot this one 'from the hip'.

I went to Bath and all I got was this photo which could've been taken anywhere in the western hemisphere.
This was taken in an O'Neills, and so the Guinness was rubbish. We'd later go to a nicer place with dogs in it, and I would have nicer Guinness and get to pet dogs.

Bet these guys get paid twice as much as I do.

Didn't leave my house all day today, except to go to the shop. So that means another bad picture of something in my room, today it's my Nintendo DS.
Also, hooray for one semi-successful week of blogging!

My First Monochrome™
I played about with the levels in this to make the sky look a lot darker. It's my favourite photo on this blog so far, I think. That's 6 down, 359 to go.

A fancy rose photo. I've uploaded some other pictures to my Flickr too, including one which got me in trouble with a security guard in Liverpool Street railway station because of "terrorist bombings". This is my first story about being oppressed by the man and I'm going to treasure it and tell it at least seven more times.

This is what happens when I'm lying in bed watching Independence Day and I realise I haven't taken a photo all day, and can't be arsed moving too much to find something to take a photo of.

I was in Soho this evening, but none of the photos I took of Centre Point and Charing Cross came out well. That was annoying. My method of taking lots of pictures and hoping at least one of them's any good is failing me.
So here's my iriver, which today I discovered is an excellent dictaphone as well as a mediocre MP3 player.

Here's a novelty long-exposure shot of a plane flying through the massively light-polluted London sky. The colours have been altered to make it look a bit moody.

You'd think it makes sense to start one of these 'one photo a day' blogs on the 1st of January, but since I didn't buy my fancy new camera until about a week into the new year, I'm starting it now.
This shot was taken at the end of the Metropolitan Line eastbound platform at Baker Street tube station. I think it's a little bit shit because my hand was quite obviously shaking when I took it - but this blog is going to contain lots of shots I don't particularly like. Hopefully, after 364 more shots, I can look back and laugh at how much of a cack photographer I was.
This shot also marks the first occasion in which I wasn't terrified to take my camera out in public for fear of being mugged and/or mistaken for a tourist.