Tub Thumping| Thursday 4 October, 2007 |
A week is a long time in politics. It's a strange old world where that
Call my Bluff etc, and Windmill Dave looks like he has done it.
Meanwhile, back in the real world of household chores, dealing with the builders and buying in the groceries (phew - rock 'n roll!) a week is also a long time in trips to Sainsbury's / shooting with my new Holga toy.
And so seven days since the last Sunny Stockwell shoot, I took the short walk to Nine Elms, buoyed by the bright blue SW8 skies and set about more Beautiful South colour distortion with the new / old camera.
It's got to be better than either sitting in Gord's Big Tent or showing off your Oxbridge oratory skills (with an Establishment background like Windmill Dave's, it would indeed be alarming if the No Notes Man spoke utter nonsense during his false chest beating at the Big Tent Man.)
Whaddya mean he still sounded like a knobber?
Anyway, back in the real world of Sunny Stockwell and life is much more simpler. A spot of hoovering, being blokey with the builders and buying more bog roll; all balanced with the bright sky photography.
Same again next week (assuming the Big Tent Man hasn't marched his troops to the top of the hill and I'm out on the campaign trail - yeah, right...) technorati: sunny stockwell
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