I’m not designed to operate in extremes of temperature so I’ve been spending a lot of this heatwave hiding in the coldest part of my house, the living room. Handy for summer but a bloody nightmare during winter. I’ve been trying to remember back to 1976, the last big heatwave/drought, but the only thing that readily comes to mind is Night Nurse winning the Champion Hurdle at Cheltenham. My priorities were different back then.
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.