Today I begin life as a wage slave, something I’ve been aiming to achieve for about 18 months now. It feels good. Everything has paid off and things are looking up. Still need to get back into the habit of using my camera more. No more jet setting around Europe taking pictures of footballers, although LA is on the cards soon. This picture has nothing to do with anything which is the way it should be. London. April, 2012.
New job. New pictures. New everything.
Hugo, Jack and Robert. London. June, 2011.
I can’t help but think that ribbon was involved in a sex game. Amsterdam. December, 2011.
Sophy, Gemma and Hugo. All off their tits on Prefab Sprout. London. August, 2011.
Patsy and Eddie. London. December, 2011.
Sam having fun at Bella and Joe’s wedding. London. December, 2011.
Sunny spring Italy. Calabria. January, 2011.
Doing this whole Amsterdam to London thing completely wrong. Moved in October when it was cold dark and wet. Left in February as the canals froze over. Been in London throughout the dutch heatwave and now I’m going over on Thursday where it’s likely to drop to -1’C. Excellent. Amsterdam. February, 2012.
Gemma gets well flirty when she’s stoned. It only lasts about 20 minutes and then she’s nosediving into an oblivion. Amsterdam. October, 2011.
Can’t believe it’s coming up to 2 years since the infamous night of asking every person in sight if they were local and if they had any weed. Broadstairs. June, 2010.
More fun at Wedstock. Worcestershire. July, 2011.
I see you. Where you goin? Worcestershire. July, 2011.
There’s nothing more embarrassing than having a big leaving party to say goodbye to all your friends, only to return home 3 months later because of work. London. October, 2011.
Now we’re into British Summer TIme I should probably stop posting pictures of snow, although it’s hard to believe that this was taken at the beginning of last month. Amsterdam. February, 2012.
