Turns out birds like peanut butter too.

Yeah. Quick update. We killed a bird instead of a rat. Sorry mate.
Was a rather boyish moment, I took pictures and wanted to touch it... but ... I didn't because I dont like having dirty hands.

Bears are my home boys.

Yeah this is a weird thing to find myself saying but... If I was a red Indian... my spirit animal would be a bear. I'm convinced I've noticed more bears in the last month than any other moving thing. And this (Pictured above). Is one of them. This proud critter was at Leeds City Museum. I took this photo using my scanner camera. It was pretty dark in there, but I'm pretty pleased with how it came out.

"There's a man with a knife in our back garden."

When you're house mate goes into the kitchen to put some chicken nuggets and chips into the oven. You do not expect to hear; "Hey guys! There's a man with a knife in our back garden."

It however, is what I heard yesterday. Good news is... he had peanut butter with him. And the knife wasn't to murder us, or anyone in fact. It was rather to turn a large metallic rat trap into what looked like a delicious piece of peanut butter on toast. Because apparently we have rats. As if a roof and ceilings that cannot retain water wasn't enough, we have a colony of rather large rats in our back garden.

(When I next update... It might be some rather horrible imagery.)

L'pool.

Was at Liverpool o2 the other night doing event photography.
It was FULL of 40 odd year old Pill poppers dancing like crazy to the most 90's tunes you've ever heard. It was called Retro-Trax.
Anyway, this is one photo that I didn't think fitted in with the company I shot for. And so kept it for my own.

(Bit of an accident where my flash didn't go off. Happy accidents.)

Barcelona.

Went to Barcelona these pretty much sum up the experience.

Loads of dog shit.
















And good food.

Just wanted to do a quick one while i write another one.

Parallel is in my favourite words now. After seeing how lovely the double L is in it. Demonstrating the meaning of the word.

12 Hours Sleep.

Yes, after waking up after the most sleep I've had in a while. I wait for the shower, who's current occupant sounds like he's coughing up more mucus than an 80 Year old smoker. I decided I'd RE-RE-go back and attempt to carry on with a blog.

I always suffer from "I don't know what to write syndrome." I guess I could show the photography I've been doing with a cardboard box strapped loosely to the side of a scanner. But actually i think i might show you my font... because it might NEVER see the light of day after the trouble I've been having with FontLab Studio.

I'm calling it Okkur, because I was designing it for a zine/blog that probably wont ever happen. Oh well... (It means Us in Icelandic.)




Ps. Yea so this was written ages ago but only just posted. WHATCHAGUNNADO.