
Alfa Romeo Spider (4th series)
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A brum-brum car somewhere near Baker Street.
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.

A brum-brum car somewhere near Baker Street.

Dude who just found a paper crane in his pocket and is now SUITABLY CONFUSED.

I'm hoping that this bird, which I've titled 'Familiar Bird', will make people stop and think, "hrmmm, that's a familiar bird, where have I seen it before?"
A man on Flickr thought it was a photograph I'd taken and was all like "cool shot!" or something. I felt so guilty because it's not strictly a photograph I've taken. Sure I pressed the shutter button, but I never saw the real bird. OH GOD I CAN'T SAY ANY MORE WITHOUT GIVING YOU CLUES AND SPOILING IT TEEHEEHEE.

Oh, Jesus, so close to payday. They've put these lovely big red bits on the road where I live now to stop people speeding. I bet they're one thousand times more effective than speed bumps.

I'm reading this. It's very good. Blog post end. (Woo 100 days of photos).

I am officially a botany wizard. I made this. I actually made this flower happen.

This is what I think of your bank statements, Barclays.

Oh god I hope everybody liked my chocolate cornflake cakes.

A dog. A pub dog. There's a pub near the office where we go for beer and decent Thai food. This dog was here today, relaxing in the sunny doorway. I petted him for a while, and then he came over to us when we were eating our food and we PETTED HIM SOME MORE. Lovely day.

A squirrel! The ones in Regent's Park come right up to you to check if you've got food, and if you don't they shout racial slurs and scamper away into the trees.
This one just called me a no good, bog-hopping, spud-munching famine-dodger!

Somebody told me that it was Wednesday today and I was genuinely shocked. This is some street just off Edgware Road, taken on the way back from Specsavers on Tottenham Court Road. This is important information.

I've had this thing for years. Literally years.
Also, the blog is just over three months old now. That's one quarter of a year! One photo a day for a quarter-year! TAKE THAT, HALF OF WINTER AND HALF OF SPRINGTIME.

This is the day I was flown by helicopter to Millbrook Testing Centre and was then driven in a Vauxhall Monaro on a banked circuit at 140mph before tearing around some hilly alpine test track at over 50mph. It was like a rollercoaster except so much more dangerous and therefore so much better.
Is it lame to compare driving to going on a rollercoaster? It makes me sound like somebody who's never driven a car in his life, and who'd want to sound like that sort of cunt.

What would happen if you put a plant on top of a DS in a dark room and turned the DS on and took a photograph of it?
THIS.

Here's my shoe, which isn't doing anything interesting. From this you can deduce that the rest of my body is also doing nothing interesting, apart from sitting in some chromatically challenged grass. I should've been in Brighton but I'm not. Bleh.

Oh shit, this was Friday the 13th? I didn't even realise. So THAT'S where all that bad luck came from. Here's some socialism.

House plants are great, like little leafy green people. The Green Giant is a leafy person, but he's not little. He's actually not leafy either, just his clothes are. He's really just a massive green man.
Why does he wear clothes made from giant leaves anyway?

Here's Will holding something and posing for a magazine photo.

This is me sitting outside my bedroom looking like I'm thinking about something very deep and meaningful when really I'm just a bit cold and want to take my daily photograph so I can go back inside.
Yes, my bedroom is cool and has a patio right outside it. It's the third reason my housemates hate me.
Disclaimer: Hello housemate reading my blog.

This was a typical lazy post-drinking Sunday in Worthing where I wander around aimlessly until I find Tom and we go eat food on the beach and talk about our feelings.
We don't really talk about our feelings, but instead we mostly talk about how everybody except us is worthless.

Went to Amberley Working Museum today, which is a real museum built on an actual disused chalk pit!!!! Guy wanted me to take some promo shots for his gig in Austria, so we did that, and we also had some woman talk to us about woodturning for 15 minutes.
It takes 2-3 hours to turn a wood bowl.

Good Friday? More like Great Friday, because you don't have to go to work or do anything, and the fact that Jesus doesn't even exist makes it all the sweeter.

I got off at Liverpool Street and went for a stroll instead of going straight home tonight, and I found the gayest looking building in London. People say the Gherkin (real name 30 St Mary Axe, wtf) is phallic, but I don't think those people have ever seen a penis.

The floors of the tube: grooved to stop them becoming too slippery when wet; speckled to make dried in vomit and blood slightly less obvious. Drop your contact lens here, and no amount of Specsaver's saline disinfectant solution will make you want to put it anywhere near your eye ever again.
The base of my camera has been scrubbed since taking this.

Wow, PC Zone used to be so much cooler than it is today - a free Navy Strike keyboard overlay!

So I didn't get hit by a truck in March as Nostradamus had predicted. Just for a laugh I went running around a Tesco car park taking photographs of arrows on the ground, tempting fate. Tempting sexy truck fate.
I'm still alive, you stupid trucks.