I’ve just been watching, from my bedroom window, the fireworks display celebrating the switching on of the Rugby Christmas lights and I’m reminded of that festive proverb which declares that there are 12 days of Christmas, but none of them falls in fucking November!
Things are going from bad to worse at the Chateau de Vaughan. My attempts at arranging a photoshoot before I go into hibernation have fallen flat twice now. I’m not feeling in the best of health either. Methinks I’m going to find this winter particularly depressing.
When searching for localish models on portfolio hosting sites I always specify no tattoos yet most of the results thrown up do indeed have them, and not just the odd small one either. It seems the majority of tattooed models can’t be arsed to confirm the fact and leave poor suckers like me wasting time wading through their portfolios to find out the ugly truth.