It has become popular for run-of-the-mill tit and bum photographers to call themselves creatives. They probably think it is more likely they will be able to attract classy art nude models to pose for their cunt shots. It seems like a great idea so in future I too am going to call myself a creative, after all, I’m forever creatively seeking ways to make my “art” look like snapshots. Yes, my tongue is in my cheek.
So we have passed the Spring Equinox. Time to dust off the camera and start the hunt for talent. Am I full of hope for the new season? You guessed it, no! Please tell me that the obsession for tattoos is now over and looking natural is the current trend.
If there’s one thing about computers, or should that be computer software, that gets on my tits it’s when an application unexpectedly stops working in its usual fashion. This time it’s one of my email accounts that’s gone AWOL. I’ve dug through all the settings and can’t see any obvious change. I’ve contacted the support team but they have been as much use as a chocolate teapot appearing to know even less than I do. I have now given up, crossed my fingers and hoping that it starts working again just as suddenly as it stopped.
It’s been a shocker of a month for me and my credit card. Partially broken things that I have been making do with have finally given up the ghost and forced me into a program of replacements and when I say things I mean boring household things, nothing exciting except maybe for my mobile. Add to that some upcoming dental work and you can see why I’m not a happy chappie.