timboblog

Have camera. Will use.

These are some photos of the Children's Parade from a couple of weeks ago which passed right outside Our Brilliant New Flat (I'm gonna start referring to it as OBNF to save on typing). We have a good view.

If we stick our heads out far enough and manage not to fall out we can even say that we have a sea view.

We love OBNF.

(Click on the photos for bigger versions)

eek!

So this is what it feels like to, you know, do stuff again.

I may start writing soon though, which might put a stop to that. Or maybe I'm just being cynical.

Oh yes, and the bathroom ceiling fell down.

Same old, same old.

Deary me

I am quite tired, as always. So now you know.
Also, the capital of North Korea is Pyongyang.
And we may have buried treasure right in our flat! Under the floor, yes, but technically that is still in the flat. Getting permission to dig it up; now that is going to be the hard part.
And before anyone kicks off, I may not be writing, you know, anything, but I am taking pictures, so I'm not entirely lazy in the strict sense of the word. If you want to use the loose sense then that's fine and hey, you've got me there. Bollocks.

I need to read some books (ie. more than none) and embark on a relentless pursuit of elongating my sentences, in the vain and hope that some poor fool might get totally the wrong end of the stick and consider me even slightly more intelligent than a bean.

That was a start.

And a big hello to all the fools out there!

Zoom in, zoom out

My head just emptied of anything to say. How annoying.

Time for a list cum summary. A means of emptying my head-shaped digest while the banshees wail out the front. Somebody get me a pitchfork and some mace.

• Grandparents are great, and 60 years is some benchmark.
• Cameras are complicated, but where once I was scared and ran away, now I am brave and tackle them head on. And buy lens things on ebay.
• It is terribly important to make time for 'me time'. Without this illness will surely follow. And it has followed.
• The rabbit lives to eat another day.
• I need to speak to a hairdresser and discover ways and means with which to make my locks even brighter than they are for next to no money. It must be do-able. It must be.
• Facebook has interconnected me with the burbling remnants of my lesser childhood and somehow this pleases me. I thought I would be horrified and try and shut it out, but it doesn't seem quite as bad as I thought it would be. Or maybe I'm just going senile. It's a bit like a school reunion, but without having to go, and without the twats.
• You can never have enough Chinese takeaways.
• You will never have enough money.
• Enough is enough.

Charlotte and myself have been together 6 years today. She's celebrating with a bout of tonsilitis and I've got a heap of mini chocolate eclairs. Oh life is good!

I love you my darling baby.
You light up my world.
x

The shiznit

Below is a little mosaic thing that I whacked together using a tool from bighugelabs.com. Very fancy. Anyway, these are my favourite pics by me, and in no way have anything to do with 'beautiful bumhole pics', for which this site is the 11th highest googlehit in the whole wide world. A depressingly weird statistic. In fact it's rather worrying how many people get to my blog by looking for anything to do with the word 'bumhole' at all. I wish I'd never typed the word bumhole in the first place. Bloody bumhole bollocks.

See what I did there? Very derivative, I know. I'm a terrible person.

The Daily Grind Blog: Day 3

I am going to start dedicating myself to my Flickr account, or to be more specific, to my camera. I'm getting a vast amount of pleasure out of taking and editing pictures - far more pleasure than I get from most things - and seeing as this is 'a good thing' then I shall try and do it more.

I'm not hugely skilled, don't know how to work everything on the camera yet and don't know much of anything about photography if truth be told, but I'm enthusiastic, vaguely artistic, and will learn what I need to do as time goes on. Time will also allow me to buy useful things like tripods, extra lenses and the like, and with any luck I might even get quite good at it.

So Timbofoto may be getting some extra miles, or it may end up spliced into this page, or it may just become one big Flickr page to save me time.

In other news, I was supposed to get up early this morning to go and do something, but at half eight I was very tired, had the option of staying in bed, and took it. And before anyone starts moaning about what a dozy layabout I am (and I am) you can hold it right there; I'm on holiday, and when one is on holiday one can stay in bed if one bloody well pleases.

Also, I'm not sure if this daily blogging thing is much fun. I never used to keep a diary when I was a child and I think I'm beginning to remember why. Firstly, it feels like a bit of a chore, and secondly, it's not really that interesting. Unless there is loads of stupidly fascinating stuff happening in your life (which isn't the case with moi at the moment) it's a bit of a needless rundown of assorted boring shit that no one else other than me should be made to suffer. I mean, who really wants to know all about how I cleaned the kitchen? Anyone? No? Didn't think so.

Therefore, I shall return to blogging normality with immediate effect.

Oh and here's the barnet, as requested (with some hairy armage for good measure):

Ps. I am the head judge for this weeks Post of the Week, so please head on down there and nominate your favourite post from the last seven days. And please, give me something good to read.

New foto

At Timbofoto, obviously.

Raising the Ruf(us)

So anyway, the gig was great; he started with loads of songs off the new record, did a couple of older ones (including Art Teacher with just a piano and horn - brilliant), then played more of a variety in the second half, with new songs, old songs, a couple of Judy Garland songs, one song done without a mic while dressed in lederhosen, then a couple in the encore while wearing a fucking dressing gown, and THEN did a couple of songs dressed up in just tights, a jacket and a hat; Rufus as a lady!

I was a bit sozzled by that stage after getting a fair old chunk of Merlot down the hatch, but it was definitely a very bloody good gig. I don't think, for some reason, that a few of his new songs are really that suited to being played live, so some of them were a bit anti-climactic in my opinion. I also had this really desperate urge at one point to get up and start leaping about as if I wasn't at a Rufus Wainwright show at all, and was actually moshing at a Metallica gig. I didn't do it though, and this urge possibly says more about me than about the gig, so ignore what I just said. I was drunk. Yet despite these probably misconcieved reservations it was still a fucking ace show. That bloke has a seriously amazing voice, I'm telling you.

We also met the man briefly (very briefly) and did the usual 'great gig' business, although this was rather fruitless seeing as security were doing their level best to get him the fuck out of there without too much of a struggle. Being pissed helped me here, because I was able to get through the 'should I? shouldn't I?' barrier and run after him and ask him if I could get a shot of him and Charlotte, to which he agreed, stopped his chaps from trying to bundle him in the taxi, and waited patiently while my brilliant camera took what seemed like five hours to take one photo. I'm telling you, next time I'm taking a smaller and less argumentative camera. The SLR is great, but it has a mind of it's own. I'm sure all I need to do is learn how to properly tame it, but right now I don't know how to do this, so yeah, plop.

So I have a shot of him and the missus, which I like but she doesn't because he's not properly smiling due to the camera taking fucking ages to do it's thing.

I'd also just like to wonder out loud as to how come there were more people waiting behind to meet him at this gig at a not huge venue than there were a) when we saw the Flips at the Brighton Centre - a much bigger venue, and b) when we saw sodding Radiohead at a frigging football arena in Holland? I afraid I just don't understand at all.

Lastly, we also talked to the guitarist (who did a great little banjo cameo in not only this show, but also to close Rufus' set at Glastonbury) who was a very nice chap indeed. He was also not totally swamped by fans, unless you count three extremely genial people asking you fascinating questions as being swamped. And he said that he thought Glastonbury was shit, which was not was I was expecting him to say, but which was interesting to hear nonetheless. He had his reasons, but I'm not going into them because you don't want to hear it. What you want is photos, isn't it?

Click for BIGNESS.

And yes, some of them are a bit blurred. Told you I was drunk.

And finally...

As requested

For Mr.X: Charlotte took this picture of a dew-covered, dumpling-shaped rabbit through the back door the other day. I think it's a gorgeous photo.

And this is for those who requested a 'Goth' shot. Happy now?

UPDATE - This photo has been changed because it frightens Charlotte. We can't be having that now, can we? See the original 'scary' photo here.

Honestly, one of these days I'm gonna kill our neighbour, the noisy fucktard.

Crappy Easter

I woke up, and for about an hour was overwhelmed with a bout of energy. Espresso helped.

(Remember, click on the pics to enlarge them)

Sunny, bright, with a bit of bite in the air, tasty, of maple syrup, and pastry, but it's too quiet, and much as I want to enjoy what is essentially a beautiful day, I am, we are, still racked with sadness, and my immobility is wearing at me.

Still, happy Easter to everyone, and thankyou for all your support in regards to our little rabbits, and my pain, whatever it may be.

With any luck, come Tuesday, things will be looking up.