It’s time for a website change, I’m figuratively moving the sofa to the other side of the room by abolishing the ability to make comments. Although I enjoy your input there are drawbacks, the main one being the huge number of spam entries that have to be weeded out. In future if you want to praise me, diss me, or even send me money you can contact me via the site email address, firstname.lastname@example.org, or comment on my Twitter, @bigearspix, which I intend to utilise to a greater degree.
I hope you all had an enjoyable festive break. Unfortunately I didn’t. I contracted some sort of infection and spent most of the week in a slightly unhealthy state and my Christmas dinner consisted of a couple of slices of toast and a cuppa. Because I didn’t feel horribly bad I choose not to seek medical help which turned out to be a big mistake because over New Year things got much worse. My birthday tradition is a trip to a zoo but on that morning I was in two minds whether to cancel and go to the doctor instead. Not wanting to appear too wimpy we headed to Whipsnade with me in some discomfort. After 4 1/2 miles of trekking around the zoo in a howling gale I didn’t feel any worst but decided I had to see a doctor the following day. After a few painful prods from a nurse and then a doctor I’m back on the high strength antibiotics for a month. November and December were shockers healthwise and January has started on much the same lines but this blog contains far too much negativity so I’m determined to only report the positives in the future. I can’t believe I just said that.
The older you get the quicker the years pass. 2017 was a typical Big Ears year, that’s right nothing exciting happened. A lack of cash and suitable talent within striking distance of Rugby meant I managed far fewer shoots than previous years. By suitable I mean free of large tattoos. The unmarked models are now such a sought after commodity they can bump their rates up, I don’t blame them, and the good ones are booked months in advance. Highlight of my year was, don’t laugh, standing virtually alone on Skegness beach. Sadly it was more exhilarating than any of my shoots. C’est la vie. Oh, and Happy New Year everyone.