
Pumpkins
Originally uploaded by escaped.monkey
I was annoyed because my friends got to carve pumpkins while I was at work. They could've waited. I should've carved their fucking faces as punishment. Haha.
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 was annoyed because my friends got to carve pumpkins while I was at work. They could've waited. I should've carved their fucking faces as punishment. Haha.

Ben and Dan's birthday presents were wrapped in magazine covers. I thought this one turned out nicely. It's Master Chief, and he's about to give you a lovely birthday surprise. Microsoft, get on this.

This was a good shot, a bus went past and made some really nice light trails. The purple blur is handing out thelondonpaper, while the yellow blur is handing out the vastly inferior London Lite. That said, I do not care for thelondonpaper's reckless use of lower case lettering.

Here's my MacBook again. My internet cable is annoying because it won't clip into anything, so it keeps falling out of the side of my MacBook if I move it slightly. Fucking hell my life is difficult.

Guy's got loads of interesting crap in his room, with which I can spend time taking photographs when I'm not paying attention to whatever he's saying.

This was like a proper photo shoot. I even told Guy to take his jacket off, and he did it, like I had some power over him and he had to do everything I said. He would later consent to oral sex.

This is where I clean all my shit, in the laundry room. I got a few angles here, so you get an idea of the type of exciting place it is.

These smell and taste horrible, so you know they're really good for you. Those orange ones are for stupid kids.

Ew what's that smell it smells like poo, eurgh it's these magazines.

Portal's companion cube. Used to be funny but then everybody on the internet ruined it. Still a great game though.

This is my 4GB USB memory stick. Its metal bit slides in and out like a switch blade flick knife thing. You can't stab people with it, but you can store a lot of MP3s, which are like knives to the music industry.

I've had these seven beers under my bed for weeks. I think I got them when one of my friends was staying over, but we felt tired and didn't drink them. Now they just sit there, accusingly. Threateningly.

Me and those guys at the office (oh those wacky guys at the office) all went to Nando's because Suzy's leaving the office soon and we need to celebrate in every available moment. Not celebrate that she's going to be gone, but celebrate the time we've all spent together. Suzy's cool.
There were too many of us. So many that we had to be split across two tables, and the food took yonks to arrives. Literal yonks, like you wouldn't believe.

Dan Griliopolous gave me this orange, which I strongly suspect is a mandarin. I think a mandarin is a type of orange anyway, so 'orange' is an adequate descriptor of the thing you're looking at.
Oranges are sort of yellow-orange on the inside though, disappointingly.

Just in case somebody didn't notice, this is the MacBook I have. I'm typing this at my friend Peter's house and he's playing some really bad old school hip hop music.
I've never felt less friends with him than right now.

I ended up taking loads of photographs of my Macbook, such is my love for it. It is small and white and brilliant and it makes me feel a little bit better than the average guy.

I bought a Macbook roughly on this day, and I'm typing on it now. If you think about it, the fact that you're reading this is amazing. It's going via bluetooth to my phone, and then through my phone to a mobile phone tower or a satellite or something, and then I've no idea what happens.
Isn't that amazing?

Looks like I met up with Peter today. He didn't want to be seen next to the advertising at Piccadilly Circus, because he didn't want to look like a tourist, but I got him anyway.

Close doors, come on doors. Close. Clooooose. Come on you stupid doors, close. Why aren't you closing. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! Shhrrrrt!
Hooray the doors have closed.

Guy is half-man, half-fried chicken. He must eat his weight in fried chicken every day or else he will go mad.

The Games Media Awards, which might've been called the Lames Weedia Shamwards for all it's worth. Here's Matt though, looking rather dapper.

Some Crysis dogtags, which will be sold for charity. If you were hit by a car and the ambulance man saw this, he'd try and inject you with Crysis because he'd think that was your blood. Can you imagine how painful that would be? CDs flowing around your veins?

Finally, a hardback reason to hate Richard Hammond.

Day 17 of my beard. I'm glad I've shaved that off now. I look homeless. You can't even see my home in this picture. I could actually be homeless. People might assume.

From my Flickr page:
Description: Taken just before we went to see Death Proof, a great Tarantino movie I'll be recommending to anybody who'll listen to me for weeks.
evilkenevil: That's kind of a mean thing to do. Death Proof is embarassingly bad and tedious and bad. It'sbad. Bad, Steve, bad.
me:Yeah it's actually not that great.
I'm so fickle.

Bank tube station, widely regarded as the curviest tube station of all. You can't see one end from the other, it's that bloody curvy. Excuse my language, but fuck it's curvy.

Eurgh swans, stop swimming in the green stuff. EURGH STOP SWIMMING IN IT THAT'S RANK SWANS STOP OH GOD NO DON'T EAT IT.

If Future Publishing fire me, I think they'll find the readership of Digital Camera magazine shall drop by one, very annoyed reader.

7704 x 3659, and formed of six RAW portrait shots. This proves, if ever it were doubted, that I can stick six photographs together to make one big long one. I like how, if you zoom right in on this one, you can see a row of geese crossing the path on the left. They think they're people!

Baker Street, or as it appears in my list of rude-ified tube station names: Naked Street.

I went back to work! And this man was waiting to be interviewed by me. I did an interview on him, and he immediately left. A little bit selfish if you ask me.