Sunday, 23 May 2010

Conversations over lunch - everyone’s talking about it.

“I wonder if he left any milk in the fridge?”
“Do you think he had to run the hoover around the house before he left? Maybe he was embarrassed about the state of the place?”
“Do you think his wife and himself will sleep in his old bed? Do you think that’s a bit weird?”
“Maybe he ordered a new bed from the Argos catalogue, and his wife choose new fancy bed linen? Let's face it, I'm sure they can afford a new bed.”
“I wonder how big the house is? I’d love to have a nose around, check out the rooms and the d├ęcor.”
“What if they prefer their old house? It’s not like they have any choice about their new residence.”
“I wouldn’t mind living there! Think how central it would be to all the shops, bars and restaurants.”
“And everyone would know your address, you could stumble in a cab and declare: ‘Take me home!’”

Number 10 Downing Street has a new family.
Britain has a new Prime Minister.
Labour has been kicked out after thirteen years and we have the youngest Prime Minister in nearly two hundred years; Conservative leader, Nick Cameron. Not forgetting the new Deputy Prime Minister; Liberal Democrat leader, Nick Clegg.
The British public couldn't quite decide if we wanted Conservatives or Liberal Democrats to run the country. So with permission from Her Majesty The Queen we have both. Despite Nick Cameron mocking that his favourite political joke was Nick Clegg. Words he has lived to regret.
Let's hope they can play nicely together and get down to the job in hand they have promised us - to fix broken Britain.
Yes, everyone's talking about it. Even little old me has been eating, breathing and living politics.
Especially over lunch.

Wednesday, 12 May 2010

Hi Diddly-Dee, an actor’s life for me!

It’s not really an actor’s life for me, it’s more of a photographer’s life, but I can’t seem to remove that tune from my head (remember the scene from Pinocchio?) and I have been spending my time recently with actors and actresses, therefore I thought this title post rather apt.
One of my dear friends is a member of two local theatre groups. Sometimes she acts in the plays and sometimes she provides the scenery and props for the plays. And the other day she suggested to her theatre group that I take the photographs of the plays.
I have found these photo sessions rather exciting, but a little nerve wracking at the same time. I definitely need to raise my confidence issues and become less shy and more vocal whilst photographing real life people. Oh, I think I failed to mention during the Fish and chips post (too busy focusing on lurve) that I was the official photographer at my cousins wedding.
It was an honour to be classed as the official photographer at my cousin’s wedding, and I felt slightly important, but I was also pretty scared. It was a huge responsibility. I wanted the weather, scenery and atmosphere to be perfect. Plus I was worried my small voice, and sometimes timid amongst strangers personality, would not be able to cope with the demands of photographing 100 plus wedding guests.
However, I managed it, with a little help from my other cousin whose voice boomed above the wedding chatter, ordering family and friends about and telling them where to stand in the photography line-up. I decided there and then, if ever I wanted to take wedding photography seriously, a very loud assistant would be a great idea.
So you see, recently it’s been a photographer’s life for me. This acting lark is all very well, and I am looking forward to watching my friend perform and dance in Roxy Krasner and the case of the Dancing German Aviator this weekend, but I much prefer the quieter life behind the camera lens.
And before I leave you with pictures of the theatre group, I would like to inform you that my photographs should be appearing in a local newspaper one Friday very soon!

Scene from Bloody Poetry

Another scene from Bloody Poetry

Wednesday, 5 May 2010

Fish and chips

They met in a fish and chip shop.
Everyone has to meet somewhere.
“Can I have one of your chips?” was the first sentence she spoke to him.
Everyone has to begin a conversation somewhere.
Apparently he was attracted to her cheeky personality and her friendly smile.
Apparently she was attracted to his big bag of chips.
But then she noticed the colour of his eyes and his mild mannered nature.
Their conversation flowed over a can of diet coke.
They discovered she attended the same college as his brother.
They decided to swap telephone numbers and meet for a drink.
He called her, nervously, the very next day.
She was pleased to hear from him, and arranged to meet him again.
Their first date proceeded in a local pub.
The night flew by at an alarming rate.
They were sad when the first date was over and they had to say goodbye.
They couldn’t wait to see each other again.
There was a second date.
And a third.
A fourth and fifth too.
Weeks turned into months and they were still enjoying each others company.
He told her he loved her.
She said she loved him too.
They bought a small house together.
He bought fish and chips for the first meal in their new house.
“Can I have one of your chips?” was the first sentence she spoke to him.
He asked her to marry him.

And the pictures below are from their wedding day.
My little cousin Sam and his new wife.

Cutting the cake.

First dance.