Another strange looking update because I’ve been in bed coughing my guts up for most of the week.
The first girl was a fresh faced innocent who had just moved to a nearby town. She spoke very little English so the discussions were directed through her partner who in truth was only slightly better. He told me she would probably be okay shooting up to topless but I found she quite liked to show off her cute petite arse and I’m sure if I had asked nicely she would even have done a few front frontals but I didn’t want to push my luck. Being local there were going to be other chances to photograph her, or so I thought. Unfortunately their stay in the UK was short and they moved back east. The second girl, a typical British glamour model, has a juicy big arse, the type you would just love to sink your teeth into, okay I’m a pervert, and this frock emphasizes it well.
For over a year now my electricity supplier has pestered me about fitting one of their so called smart meters. Being an awkward cunt I’ve resisted, until that is a couple of weeks ago when they tricked me during a phone call. I would like to let you all know that they really do save you money, well they failed to make the appointment so had to pay me compensation! I’m looking forward to the new date and hoping they don’t turn up again because I need all the help I can get with reducing my energy bills.
I was sorting through a box of trannies when I happened upon a couple of nice sets shot one summer in the back jungle, sorry I meant garden. I thought they would make a jolly good update so I booted up the scanner to copy them across to the computer. Everything looked okay except the computer refused to acknowledge the existence of the scanner. Bollocks! With some excellent support from the writer of the VueScan software I use I’ve done a bit of testing but the only conclusion that can be drawn is sadly my scanner has kicked the bucket, well the thingy that controls the connection anyway. I’m not amused. A repair isn’t cheap and probably a waste of money because having bought it back in 2001 (cost almost £1000) it’s ancient technology and there is no guarantee it will work with any new computer I buy. I’m afraid my trannie collection will have to be marked out of bounds until I find the cash for a replacement.
The older you get the more boring you become. Is that true? Well I’m definitely one of the front runners in the race to dig the deepest rut in Rugby. This year I’ve done naught exciting. It’s true that for most of my life I’ve avoided excitement but this year has been exceptionally dull. I could jolt myself into action for the back end of the year but I’ve got no money now, I’ve given it away to a good cause, well that’s what she told me she was. C’est la vie.
Not since the long gone days of the camera clubs have I discussed the ups and downs of my adventures with other photographers but recently I’ve felt the need to discover if it’s just me having problems finding suitable talent. If you follow the modelling web site forums everything seems to be hunky-dory so is it only me who’s cursed? Nowadays many girls want to pick and choose how they are portrayed, which is okay to a point, but some of the photos on their portfolios are a long way from being art and surely it’s the tacky glamour scene where the money is, what little there is left in internet modelling that is. So if you are a fellow “artist” I really would like to know how you are fairing in your quest for models.