Danger, angry old man loose on the keyboard. I used to be a patient tolerant soul but more often than not I’m now finding forum photographers, the so called white knights, are getting on my tits and I’m having to walk away from my computer to stop myself from launching a vitriolic attack on their deluded ideologies. I have lived a pretty sheltered life but I do occasionally stroll around the block. These photographers seem to be denying the existence of male sexual urges, that they are all somehow asexual. It might be best if I changed my handle from Big Ears to The Viper.
WordPress, the software underpinning this website, has a major update available. I will be crossing my fingers and installing this new version sometime during the week so if the site goes tits up you know why.
The second half of this set has me baffled because I can’t remember taking them. I do remember snapping her in these clothes and I have recollections of a movie of me smacking her fine arse, but sticking things up her foo foo and bum, no. The lighting isn’t my normal green sofa set-up either and to cap it all the images are not numbered sequentially. May be I swopped between 2 memory cards during the shoot but I have no clue why. Just another event to add to my long list of things I can’t recall.
I’m still really struggling with the updates. Plenty of excuses. I’ve not been well, the weather, the football, no sleep, no models. I’m sure I could dream up a few more too. I’ve fallen back on 4 girls who provided me with more than enough usable content when visiting the Chateau de Vaughan and I’m sure it won’t be the last time they come to my rescue.