Well I finally got off my fat arse and had an adventure. When I say got off my arse I mean I sat on several trains for over 8 hours taking a day return to Skegness. My mission was to see the sea, tricky thing at Skeggy, it involves what seems to be a 1/2 mile hike over heavy wet sand to reach the shore line. Beautiful, I can stare at the sea for hours, well under an hour on this occasion because I wanted to get home at a reasonable time. The town was busy, so busy I had to use my elbows to fight my way down the high street, but on reaching the beach it was deserted except for me and a couple of others. Okay the weather was a touch blowy, or should that be bracing, but that’s no excuse for not wanting to enjoy the views of the Lincs Offshore Wind Farm and the muddy coloured North Sea. Rob chastised me for airing my opinions on Brighton so I won’t say anything against Skegness. Fuck it! I’ve never seen so many ugly people gathered in one place!
Now we have reached the final few weeks of winter it’s time to start thinking about looking for this year’s crop of talent. To tell you the truth I have already had a sneaky peek at the casting calls on the modelling web sites to see who is actively seeking work but so far no one has caught my eye. I’m getting bad vibes and the shooting season hasn’t even started yet. Not a good sign at all.
I’m sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay.
I’m in a dark mood again. Problems are stacking up and blocking my view of the Sun. Staying positive has never been my strong suit. I need a change, maybe a day out, or a photoshoot, or even a new computer. Now that would really cheer me up.
Do you remember back in your 40’s when you received your first pair of slippers as a Christmas present and you swore you would at the very least kill the giver? How times change. In my 60’s I don’t feel embarrassed to tell you that I have a choice of 3 different pairs to wear around the house. I’ve even done shoots in them. Bet the models thought I was a real cool geezer.