Sunday, 21 October 2012

Get up!

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Yesterday my cat was in typical form switching off my computer and demanding attention. Today, equally typically, my dog Jake protests at my lazing about at 10.00am - practically the afternoon!

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Saturday, 20 October 2012

Attention!

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ASBO decided to switch off my laptop and refocus my attention on what matters.

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Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Day 4, 9/10/12

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Today's picture in my "An image a day" series at

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Didcot Power Station

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Taken this morning from near Appleford-on-Thames with Apple iSight 5MP camera

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Sunday, 7 October 2012

David Cameron - Entitled to Tweet

David Cameron launched his own twitter account this weekend (@David_Cameron). I have of course spent large parts of today sending him (ahem...OK, the junior assistant that tweets for him...OOER!) 140 character diatribes ( trust me I can diatribe in 140 characters) about his disgusting attacks on the disabled that have increased the anxiety and lack of self-worth felt by them (us) and led to increased suicides amongst us and more attacks on us by the non disabled. But after all he is only trying to "help" us back into work....of course he defines help as completely removing your income in order to "motivate" us. 16 years ago I was making a substantial income, I was a bread winner, a husband and father. I was two weeks away from a promotion I'd spent two years working on. I was physically active, walked my dog, rode my horse. Life (after a lot of struggling years) was pretty fucking good. And then I fell. The only thing left of that life now is fatherhood and I have to Iive with the knowledge that my physical, mental and financial shortcomings have meant I have not been the father I wanted to be. Oh yes and, just in passing, I also am in constant pain and permanently saturated in levels of opiates that far outstrip the combined morphine doses of both my parents when they were dying of cancer. All of which means I am a lazy, shiftless member of a "Society of Entitlement"....and Cameron hates "entitlement"....tell you what, hold me up beside HIM, take a long hard look at both our life stories, our backgrounds, our choices in life etc and then tell me which one of us feels ENTITLED.

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My little Soviet pal

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You know the NHS cuts are biting when you have to perform surgery on a friend.
Today I commenced surgery on my friend Zorki. I haven't mentioned him for about a month as the arrival of Steve Jobs' little legacy, the iPad has rather dominated, but my love affair with my little Soviet time machine has been ongoing....actually now I look more closely at that Leica lens mount He might well be a She...er...Anyway (cough...I have to get out more), not unexpectedly Zorki, while perfectly functional, needs a little work. 45 years of Russian grime and finger grot.....excuse me I've just got to wait for that wave of nausea to pass....a dodgy spring on the rangefinder/lens sensor arm, practically invisible image in the focussing prism etc etc Nothing for it , it's time for some kitchen table surgery, or rather living/dining/everything table surgery. You can't get a table in my kitchen, you can only just about fit the dog in there and frankly he's not much use as a food preparation surface...I digress. Time to assemble the finest surgeons money can buy, gleaming, expensive autistically engineered surgical instruments, the best research science can conduct to guide our bone saws and scalpels . Or me, a few terminally cheap watchmakers screwdrivers, the tweezers out of my 30 odd year old dissecting kit, a scratched together website on the intricacies of Zorki innards, and a handful of trouser pocket fluff and a lump of blue-tac. Alright nurse lets save this patient! I say nurse, obviously I mean a cat called ASBO who really, really wants to be helpful. Having done all of the above and with screwdriver poised to remove the top plate (which from the state of the screws has never been opened before)....I decided that was enough for one day and I’d just put a camera strap on her (Zorki not ASBO). The problem is Zorki (my little babooshka) has a 1930's approach to that sort of thing and requires the fitting of a couple of little lugs before she'll wear that sort of modern innovation. Nil desperandum! eBay sell them for a couple of roubles a throw along with a huge range of straps for just a couple more. Straps with polka dots! Straps with stripes! Straps with cartoon characters! Straps that tell little lies like Contax and Leica! Peek-a-boo straps! Crotchless straps! It's like being an 80's yuppy loose in a combination Tie-Rack and Anne Summers shop! PayPal however, who seem determined to ruin my career as Zorki enhancement surgeon, say I can't afford things like that and so poor old Zorki has to put up with some creative salvage from my redundant filing cabinet key collection (a rather specialised collecting niche I admit) to-wit a couple of small split rings, and an old spare strap off my Canon EOS. She ain't happy in her borrowed Japanese finery but at least it means I no longer have to put up with what feels like 3 feet of 1960's Soviet leather "Ever-Ready" Case dangling around in the way when taking pictures. It's just putting off the inevitable though, all this sartorial shenanigans. Zorki still has An appointment with Maintenance. Stay tuned.

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