I hate swapping lenses around, because dust knows that that's the best time to strike, so here's another telephoto shot of a woman's handbag and her book. If you click on the photo you'll find a link to Amazon, where you can actually buy that book. This is the internet!
A triptych of Will's desk toys. I often think Will has a lot in common with Judge Dredd, for reasons I won't go into on this occasion.
Playing with my 300mm lens again. If you are this man then I'm sorry.
Oh 18-55mm kit lens, getting up to some abstract mischief are you?
Here's my red belt, which I rarely wear these days because I find it draws too much attention to my left hip - arguably the least attractive part of my, or indeed anyone's, body.
This is the best picture I've ever taken of Tom, or maybe anybody. Tom likes me taking portrait shots of him because he's vain.
In Norway they enjoy music. Not like we enjoy music of course. For them, as sub-humans, it's much more tribal, like how an insect might be entranced by rhythmic tapping or a low frequency hum.
Haha, just kidding Norway's great.
Popped off to Oslo for a couple of days, and as usual I had very little time to see the countryside other than from the train. I took these three shots on the way from the airport to Oslo Central Station, and I imagine they look very much like what people expect of Norway.
Way to challenge expectations, Norway.
Still in love with my new shoes. And this is a really nice shot too, with excellent lighting and composition. I take my wooden floor for granted really. I think too many people take their floors for granted. Without them we'd be walking around on mud. You didn't think of that did you.
Just like pens replaced rubbing a shit covered finger on papyrus, maybe one day you'll use a whole PC to take notes or doodle a cock on somebody's copybook. Just a thought.
Inside the box of Japanese chocolate mushrooms there is a quiz. The prize is chocolate mushrooms, I think.
Will always gets me these chocolate mushrooms from that Japanese shop when he comes to London. They were a surprise hit at my 21st birthday party, some might even say the mushrooms are where that party peaked.
Those people would be dicks.
I've got one red lace-hole on my shoe, which shows just how quirky and off-beat I am. Thank you Dunlop for your mass-produced individuality. And your really nice shoes.
Since taking this photo I've replaced this earphone, and its counterpart, with some really nice black Sennheiser earphones. The likelihood of my being mugged has fallen greatly, while the quality of the audio has improved. I summarise thusly: an all-round success.
Gillen got a lightsaber. It makes all the noises. Will accidentally hit the ceiling when he was playing with it.
We give away some awful rubbish on eBay. Some poor sod probably thought these cutouts were seven feet tall and that maybe he could do sex against your one on the left, but at six inches, these things are little more than slight masturbatory aids.
This is an illegal copy of Microsoft Office, but I'd love to see Microsoft do anything about it. I'm calling them out. THIS SATURDAY. AT WRESTLEMANIA, WE'LL SEE. HOW FAR YOUR LITIGATION WILL GET YOU. WHEN YOU COME ACROSS. THE PEOPLE'S CHAMP.
POEM I WROTE ABOUT USB:
USB, you mean a lot to me
You set me free, oh USB
Let's set our course,
'cross seven seas.
Just you and me,
oh USB.
Me and Peter went to the new UNI QLO shop on Oxford Street, and a thousand people asked if they could help us. They never could help us. We required no help.
I save all my old shoes because I can imagine myself one day painting a house and not wanting to get my current shoes covered in paint.
I've got one full Pringles tube of coins, and another half full tube of coins. One day I'm going to spill them all out into a busker's hat/guitar case, if their music is good and they look friendly and/or hot.
"Afternoon is no delight at Oakmont", ahahah. CUTE, LA TIMES, REEEAAAL CUTE.
When I get sick, I get angry, and when I get angry, I get grapes. Red grapes, because red means fire engines. Angry, angry fire engines. I once saw a fireman axe through a wall like in the movie The Shining, except I was on the side Jack Nicholson was on.
I often get confused between actor Jack Nicholson and golfer Jack Nicklaus, and once, fate cruelly allowed me to see a golf magazine with actor Jack Nicholson on the cover, which served to further my confusion.
Only now that I see that it's spelt Nicklaus, have I finally overcome this.
Me and Tom went to Wetherspoon's for a Sunday roast. It was delicious, I know this to be true - but I later came down with an illness which my mind attributed to the meal. So now my brain is thinking, "eurgh, that roast dinner was disgusting". I even feel a bit sick now thinking about it, but I know, objectively speaking, that it was delicious at the time.
It's these higher brain functions that set us apart from the animals, who would actually think the meal was disgusting.
It's Tom! What's he doing here? He's only come up to London to see me, hasn't he. I like Tom. Even his name is fun to say. Tomtomtomtom.
On this day, Dan Griliopolous took us to the most amazing sandwich shop ever to have existed. They have club sandwiches the size of four Waleses end to end. Their chicken is infused with some sort of onion-y garnish, as if the chickens were fed on nothing but onions or cheese and onion crisps.
This is Supermalt, a non-alcoholic malt beverage. Here's their website, everybody in those pictures is black???
