When choosing the models for this post I was drawn to the similarities of the hair colouring and style. Okay you think I’ve lost it! But come on admit it, there is a likeness. That’s where it ends though. One was a very popular internet model with an obvious unique selling point, her outstanding tits. The other was a pretty girl next door type who’s content you don’t offer see.
I’m suffering from a touch of GAS (Gear Acquisition Syndrome). I’ve had my iMac for over 7 years now and used it almost every day so surely I can’t be seriously chastised for considering an update. In most respects it still works well until that is it comes to processing the image files from the D810 camera where it definitely struggles. Picking my replacement iMac model is easy, if expensive, but then you have to add on the extra costs of making the legacy hardware and software work. Methinks my credit card could be about to take a humongous hit.
This post brings a little order to my normally anarchic updating routine in that the models are sequential in my filing system although the photos were shot on different cameras at different times. May be I should keep things simple and stick to this method in future.
The first model seems to be everyones favourite, except mine. I found her a bit one dimensional, which admittedly is difficult for one so curvy, and she didn’t appear to be particularly interested in being photographed. I thought model number two was seriously cute and I’m surprised there isn’t more content of her on the web. I have a real soft spot for the third girl. She may have been an amateur but she went above and beyond the call of duty to ensure I got some super snaps and movies.
What the fuck is that all about. I get an uncontrollable urge to laugh whenever a photographer or model use the phrase. Does your house have a boudoir? Do you know anyone who lives in a house with a boudoir? Very unlikely. Let’s just cut through the arty-farty bullshit and call it what it really is. Wishy-washy soft porn.
A few hours at the seaside, and a day away from the computer, to de-stress. Staring out to sea tends to have a calming effect on me, I should do it more often, shame I’m a centre of the country based house cat. Cleethorpes was the chosen destination because North Lincolnshire is a part of the country I’ve never visited before so another railway route crossed off my trainspotters bucket list. The town didn’t disappoint being a typical long passed it’s glory days English seaside resort. The 2 largest businesses on the high street appeared to be a mobility scooter centre and a Wetherspoon’s pub. That tells you a lot I think. Still the clean beautiful sandy beach makes up for the rundown nature of the town centre. It’s been almost 50 years since I last gazed out on the North Sea so unless I decide to take the adventurous train journey to Skeggy it could be my east coast swansong.