I was meant to be doing a shoot today but because of traffic mayhem we decided to postpone. It would have only been my third model of the year and I was quite looking forward to it because I had come up with a couple of new ideas to try out which may have prevented me from getting bored like in my previous shoot a month ago. Oh well another day spent being busy doing nothing.
With the longest day almost upon us I thought it was about time I picked up the camera again. Okay I have done a couple of test shoots with a muse but nothing really serious. My casting calls threw up nothing eye-catching so I booked a model I had already worked with from a couple of years back. The session got off to a slow start because I had difficulty remembering what camera settings to use and it came to an early end when I found I had lost interest in the subject matter. Yes, I’ve reached the age where naked young ladies don’t excite me anymore! I’m now sat here wondering whether I should sell my camera gear or wait to see if the numbness passes over.
In an attempt to recover my lost home movies I’ve been dismantling the failed hard drives and swopping bits around but although some of the drives have burst into life I’ve still been unable to read any of the data from them. It’s now last resort time, restoring from the original tapes, this is going to be a lot of fun methinks. The tapes have lay dormant in a shoe box and the now unsupported camcorder hasn’t been switched on in over 5 years. Anyone willing to take bets on my chances of success.
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!