Because few things are as good as a bad clerihew. Wait, is it the other way round?
Featured in this week’s antithesis of intelligent satire: privileged white men Nige Lawson and Chris Heaton-Harris.
I decided I would start writing poems again because I have time on my hands and would love to learn more about poetry. I used to write them when I was 13 and was basically living Adrian Mole’s life. They haven’t improved since then. But at least you get to read them now!
I’m familiar with the arguments about the possibility of killing an innocent person, but here’s the thing; it’s not the death penalty that kills them, but the bad system which sentences them to death in the first place. We can’t claim that a system that allows innocent people to be tried is any better than a system that allows innocent people to be killed.
Recently, I got my first tattoo. That’s it there, at the top of the page. It’s on the inside of my left arm and I’m very happy with it. Before I got it, I did a fair bit of research via the Internet. This was something of a pain because I had to wait for the Internet to be invented first, because it was 1992 when I decided to get one.
We spotted this in the garden a couple of evenings ago. Some industrious wee beastie had spent hours creating a large web that took in a large alium plant and even the grasses around in. Taken at 1/1000s on a Fuji X100T to capture only the highlights all I did in Snapseed was convert to black and white and dial up the shadows a touch.
I always think that the key to being a good photographer isn’t understanding all the technical theory, or having the best camera and knowing it inside out, it’s just about keeping your eyes open and alert to the possibility of something that makes for a good image.
