spoongame proper

no.26 ( a coffee shop i frequent ) always has a good spoon game going on.

but what the what ?!

the king arthur detail on this bad boy is next level spoon game   

the ghost of christmas presents

back in the day, before digital photography, when people didn't have

mobile phones with cameras and they just had proper film

cameras and they would maybe use a roll of film per year.

when they'd get them processed and receive their prints back from the chemist

there would general be a surprise image or two.

especially people who had left their camera unattended and near me for a minute.

yes, a few years ago i'd love nothing more than stealing people's cameras 

for a minute and taking a photo of my bum on them.

then one christmas i received a present from one of my sisters-in-law.

one who never gives me a christmas present.

i opened it up and...

there was a maybe 10x8inch print of my bottom and also a jigsaw puzzle of the same image.

my sister in law had her roll of film processed and printed and came across

a photo of a backside, realised it was mine ( don't ask ) and decided to take it one

step further and get a jigsaw puzzle made of the frame and send it to me.

it was a very happy christmas in n7 that year.

eames leg splint

oh

about a year ago now, i bought an eames leg splint.

i finally got around to unwrapping and hanging it last week.

www.metmuseum.org/toah/works-of-art/1984.246

last saturday

last saturday i went to a little pub in the countryside somewhere.

maybe hampshire. maybe berkshire... i'm not that great with geography.

oh, this is not the pub

but it's one myself and mrs w stayed at last year, and it's kind of on the way.
so we swerved by for lunch last saturday.

by the way, who knows the name of the king of england when this boozer was built ?

i do.










and who knows who had a cracking pint there ?

i do.










i also had a free cup of coffee there

which i probably didn't deserve.
mrs w thinks i was given it because i look angry.










at the pub we stayed at i was pleased to note that tunnocks teacakes
were left in the room with the usual tea and coffee nonsense.

i celebrated by making a face.










then myself and mrs w retired to our private lounge

to read magazines, ponce about on instagram and chat about downtown abbey.

in the evening this was the menu at the pub

i think you know full well what i had for starter.










for main course i had...

a fish balanced on a bed of chips.
with some mushy peas on the side.

perfect.

dis aint over

for those of you who were wondering what happened to my blog.

dis aint over.

me on a friday

here's me taking a break from a shoot in w8 the other day

standard procedure really.

n7 pose and no smile.

here's me during my road-trip to the cold, cold north.

i wonder how many pics of me doing this pose there are on this blog ?

well, here's one more.

where i was joined by a waitress / barmaid / kind girl who made me a coffee.

hit the north

the song 'hit the north' by the fall always reminds me of the pain i suffered getting tattooed

a few years ago.

not the pain of being tattooed but the pain of having to listen to the two tattooists playing a box set of the fall for four hours .

grrr !

moving on.

i had a shoot up north a couple of weeks ago.

i took final home with me of course, and left him in charge of supplies...

which can only be classed as a schoolboy error on my part.

in the end my evening meal was a somewhat predictable affair.

chips, fish, mushy peas and curry sauce.

perfect !

here's a totally expected photo of something in my hotel room that i liked.

me.

and here's the wardrobe, or storage space.

i think it must have been a monday night because the next day was...

#camotuesday

so i proudly instagrammed my camo accessories and waited

for the 'likes' to come in.

the place i had to photograph was near hexham.

it's name was kind of inlaid into the flooring.

talking of names, on the drive home ( the long drive home )

i saw a very interesting road sign

as ever, i was lost so i figured the best thing to do would be to take the left

turn and head towards...

whitfield

unfortunately, whitfield was just a little village with a few ordinary people kicking about.

i really wanted it to be a bit like bronson missouri in that episode of the simpsons...

you know, with a load of whitfields walking around looking miserable and drinking coffee,

wearing af-1's and what not.

to my disgust, there wasn't a whitfield coffee shop but there was a whitfield tea room.

i went in anyway

and it redeemed itself by having one of my favourite things in the whole wide world.

no, not coffee... free wifi !

i had a pleasant stay in whitfield, drinking coffee and flogging the wifi

then i jumped in my jam jar and headed home.

7 and a bit hours later i was back in n7.