Awake

6:47am:

Been awake for an hour. Waiting for the right moment to get up. These are my options:

• Coffee & morning TV? I despise morning TV.
• Office & Coffee? Morally corrupt to be in before 8am.

Probably the most beautiful time of the day and that's all I can think of.

Sad.

(and that's my blogging duties taken care of for another 6 months)

7:03am (update)

I can hear the neighbour making coffee (I could probably jump into their kitchen from my bedroom window)... Now, I don't feel so alone.

Zoe Keating "Escape Artist"

Sex Reporter Guy

Our deviant colleague, Mr. Hames, discussing and reading passages from his book Sin Cities: Adventures of a Sex Reporter at Borders, London. He's a good man - not a bad man!

Worth a read indeed. Check it out here.

Ghost Walker

Fortress Studios, Old Street:

Got an invite from Lady Anita to take some shots of the band she's fronting these days. Great Afternoon with a great bunch of guys. 

Foto highlights at my flickr

Check out Ghost Walker at MySpace

Theme Tune

Theme tune for a TV show. Not something I've really done before. Options?

1. Arrange a complete piece of music that fits into 30 seconds.
2. Edit a longer piece down to the required time.

I'm going for the second. Putting together such a short piece of music, without sacrificing structure and pace, is tricky - but it can be done. Instead, I'll edit down a longer piece, and use the crusts elsewhere - segments, interviews, inserts etc.

That's the plan anyway.

Too busy for my own self

Just realised it's been quite a while since I've posted anything. Better get the finger out!!

Sandwich Shacks

Complaining about stuff on a blog is best left to the I bet my dad could beat your dad in a fight crew... those folk who mention Cigarettes and Civil Liberties in the same sentence. Does anyone care? No Sir! Instead, here's an amusing observation about things my fellow beautiful humans do that I find unusual.

In Camden, there's a Cafe near the office. Friendly staff, but dim.
"Can I have three toasted sandwiches; one bacon, one egg & bacon, and one cheese"
I go to the ATM, return to pick up my bag of goodies, and then back to the office where my colleagues await their toasties... salivating.

I open the package to find a baked f@#&ing potato.

Clever.