Springing Into Life

On Tuesday I decided it was about time I blew away my winter cobwebs and headed out of Rugby for a bit of culture at the Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery. I enjoy looking at the odd painting but most of the collection there failed to inspire me. Just not my cup of tea I’m afraid. The Staffordshire Hoard, housed at the museum, is a different kettle of fish though. With the tools available around 1400 years ago how the hell did they make some of that stuff. When I got home I was knackered. I checked my iPhone and found I had walked over 7 miles! My next trip out will involve less walking and more looking at the scenery from a train methinks.

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Growth Forecast Slashed

I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve only managed to photograph 4 models so far this year. Gross underachievement not matched since the long gone days of camera clubs, pre-internet. I still regularly check out the casting calls on the popular modelling websites but nothing catches my eye accept for the increasing number of girls covered in God-awful tattoos. In fact the tattoo situation is now that bad I don’t even notice the piss-poor boob jobs any more. C’est la vie.

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