Selling my PSP. This is the photo I'm using to sell it. Isn't it brilliantly composed? Who could not want to buy this PSP? If I already had a PSP, and I do, I would want to buy this one, but it's already mine and I'm selling it on eBay.
I'm completely confused, and this PSP will sell for a million pounds.
I wish April would start soon, I've already spent £200 of it.
The man who sold me this ipod made me very angry. So angry that I made a big long angry rant and then had to delete it.
The first blog fuck-up. This was taken on Wednesday, not that shit one of the ceiling. The shit one of the ceiling was taken on Tuesday. There's been a gap in the blog and I didn't realise.
WHAT SORT OF FUCKING MADNESS IS THIS?
The ceiling directly above my bed. Taken as I was literally almost dead, with pinging noises and flashing red health bars and all sorts. I was very sick, I think it was malaria or cancer or something.
I didn't even have the energy to go get medicine, so I used the placebo effect and pretended to myself that I'd taken a load of Panadol. I think it worked because I feel a bit better now.
Got back to London today, and on the way home from work my shitty mp3 player crapped out on me again. Each time it crashes I have to stick a pin in the top, and to do this I have to remove a badge from my backpack. Who can be arsed sticking badges on bags? Not me anyway, so the badges never get put back on.
The lick badge was my last one.
This was taken the night before I was to fly back to London. It's a stupid thing on the ceiling of the room I was staying in. I thought I was suffering from some cat allergies, but little did I know that they were no allergies and that I was soon to be consumed by the most nefarious disease mankind has ever beholded.
EVER.
Went to see The Cooper Temple Clause today. They were brilliant, far better live than that rubbish they put on CDs. There are half a million photographs on my Flickr. I also saw 300 for the second time.
What did we do today? Nobody knows. Probably 'headed into Navan for a while' and ate something at the Valley. That's a massively under-rated restaurant in Navan.
I think we checked to see if Stalker was in Game Bandits, but it wasn't.
Some more daffodils in the kitchen, didn't take any other photos today because I was so busy having so much fun in Ireland.
My new polarising lens makes the grass look all green and stuff. Here's Jessie sniffing a daffodil, she is the gayest dog in the world.
Went to Dublin, saw Hot Fuzz at the Savoy on O'Connell Street, took this photo of Paul looking stupid. There's the Spire in the background and everything. A photo in Dublin is worth nothing if there's no big pointy monument against a blue sky in the background.
Paul got a puppy, it eats flowers to charge up its eye-beams.
Flying back home for St. Patrick's Day, and leaving my camera on the wrong white balance setting.
This might not look like much, but I learned something new about photography with it. I'd always vaguely known about light sources, and how our eyes adjust to and balance out the colour of light, but I didn't think turning off the lights in my room and lighting a still life with my Nintendo DS could change the look of a photograph so dramatically.
I'm not about to go out and buy a lamp with one of those white umbrella things, but I'm still pleased.
Took this at the Creative St. Patrick's Day party, in a pub called Waxy O'Connell or something retarded. I was only taking photographs to annoy the old people in the background, because they'd whipped out a digicam and started flashing it at each other stupidly.
So I took out my SLR and hammered the button that makes the flash go off. I honestly don't know what that button is for, but the old people looked extra depressed once I'd done it.
And even though Log's doing a stupid pose, I think he looks quite dignified.
Took a detour through Regent's Park on the way home from work, took this photo of a bandstand. The jaunty angle is purely because my tripod wouldn't tilt any further and I couldn't be arsed twirling the other knob bit around to make it straight. The insane photoshopping is because the bandstand came out so dark, and the sky so bright, that image editing was the only way to salvage it.
I would suck at film.
All of everybody's telephones all going to this one pole. And that pole points at the sky. And the phonelines go into the ground. And some clouds are involved too. There's really nothing more to it.
"So what did you do on Saturday Steve?"
I took a photograph of my fucking ceiling Sally, or whatever your name is.
Some crisps in the vending machine at work. Red Hula Hoops are the only ones I'd buy, the rest aren't that great.
Oh man, for the first time I simply forgot to take a photo today. This is the only photo I took, and it's of another photo I'd taken which appeared in a newspaper. Guess that'll have to do.
I'M FAMOUS.
When you think about it, wings are really very big.
Bellevue isn't much fun. I ended up eating Wendy's in my room two nights in a row.
View from my hotel window in Bellevue. I was far too jetlagged to go anywhere else.
