An Army Of One
An army marches on its stomach. It's a saying accredited to Napoleon Bonaparte who was many things – a great leader, French, an Emperor, a supporter of voting for Pedro – but not, it seems, very good at anatomy. Generally in battle an army marches on its feet; it's faster for one thing. This, certainly, was the way in which Wellington instructed his troops to move when facing Napoleon at Waterloo. The French worm-like manoeuvres were distracting at best. Whilst they did present a smaller target to riflemen the position made them susceptible to being trod on by the stiletto-wearing (don't ask; long story) Dutch-Belgian army, allies alongside Wellington's British-German forces. It was this that did for the brigades under the control of Marshal Ney at La Haye Sainte and the rest of the battle is history. #SaturdayHistoryLesson – #StreetPhotography – #StreetSaturday Google+: View post on...
Inspiration
This is a picture – and a story – of a man named Ray; that's him there in the centre of the shot. Ray is a helpful chap and quite bright (there's probably a pun that can be worked in there with his name but I'll skip over it). Ray's the kind of guy who stops for a strange woman when she asks if she can make use of his umbrella so that she can send a message to her friend without risk of electrocution in the rain. That strange woman is not quite as bright as Ray and doesn't realise that death is unlikely from water-soaked lithium ion phone batteries unless they happen to be in the process of falling from a block of flats towards an unprotected skull at the same time. But Ray's bright. And Ray thinks to himself. I'm not wet, he thinks, because I'm sheltered by this umbrella. And this strange but dim woman isn't wet, he continues to ponder, because she's wearing a coat. But, he continues in his head, that phone in her hand – were it not for my helpful nature – would be wet in these conditions. That phone, he concludes, is better off being dry than wet. And then it strikes him! No, not the lithium ion phone battery but, rather, an idea! Inspiration comes upon Ray as he stands there waiting for the strange woman to finish her electronic missive and he leans in towards her to share what he has just thought. "Wait until it stops raining you moron!" shouts Ray. Satisfied, Ray wanders off contemplating a new career as someone who uses his bright, helpful nature to aid people in making common sense decisions by yelling in their faces. In his wake a slightly dim woman stands with mouth agape looking shocked for several seconds until a rivulet of rainwater bridges the gap between the battery and circuit board inside the plastic casing of her phone and sends an arc of electricity into her arms killing her instantly. Google+: View post on...
Stylish Lady
It's always nice to see someone take a little bit of effort when getting dressed up to have a nose around town and catch up on some gossip with an old friend. There's also a lot of bravery in deciding to wear these particular clothes and sporting this particular look and I think it's to be applauded and not lambasted in any way. Everything about this style is carefully thought out and there's not a thing about it I don't like; C&H plastic bag, pink jacket, and those shoes with that hair is just wonderful. And since her friend's wearing some pretty shoes I'll contribute this to #ShoesMonday curated by (deep breath) +Olga Kafka +Laura Harding +Terry Fabre +Mee Ming Wong +Bernd Schaefers +Paul van de Loo +Pablo Luis Gonzalez. Google+: View post on...
A Bit Of Brighton
Today my house is home to two workmen who are installing new windows, fascias, soffits, guttering, and a flat roof; this is day three of four days of work. My wife babysat the house for the first two days and I've got the final two days. The final two days… of TERROR! I don't like having strangers in my house. To be perfectly frank I don't like having anyone in my house. So, to distract myself from the stomping, banging, drilling, more stomping, clanking, clanging, heavier banging, thumping, and knocking (feel free to add your own favourite onomatopoeic word here as it's probably happening too (not moo, though; that would be daft)) taking place in all the rooms I'm not hiding in here are a few photos from a short jaunt to Brighton that took place over the weekend. Look at the pretty sea! And the seagulls! Ignore the scary men in the house! And relax. Google+: View post on...
Tat For Sale
North Laine area, Brighton, Saturday "Get your load of old tat here! Load of old tat for sale! Really cheap! That's the prices, not the tat, although it is the tat too now I come to think of it. Don't like tat? Look under the tat and we've got some crummy stuff for all you crummy stuff aficionados. That's right! I've got an old weathered face selling old tat but I still know how to say aficionados. You've just heard it twice. Hark at me! Talking up my vocabulary when I've got all this load of old tat to sell. Plastic tat for sale; both kinds! Opaque plastic tat and transparent plastic tat. Stereophonic tat, tat that blends things, tat that boils water to within an inch of its life. You want tat? I've got tat! Get your load of old tat here!" #StreetPics #StreetPhotography Google+: View post on...
Pawn Takes Queen
Something a little colourful for a change to celebrate the return of FriendFeed after the best part of half a day down. The accompanying swarm across to Facebook to worry about its return was a sign of just how far people were prepared to go to fret. Us FriendFeeders do so fret when our favourite social network is unavailable. But it's back now! Huzzah! That's the sort of good news that makes me think: ooh! Split-toning! Do something split-toning! My mind is a strange thing. Google+: View post on...
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