He goes into his courtyard and does not see his people. No blame.

I have thought too hard about the words I wish to use, so now they are shny and smooth and hold no interest.

The greater man approaches the closed hedge with caution.

Sometimes I write things and people are splendid enough to publish them in anthologies.

Things to put in your face

Assuming the following:

a) You're in London.
b) It's a Sunday.
c) You quite fancy a roast lunch.

Then this site is probably a handy place to start looking.

As the veneer of technology starts to fade

Weblog things break far too easily.

A quick Google for the JH-R returns the remains of two different photo-weblog things. Basically excuses to point shonky phonecams at interesting things and display them to a pile of search engines with titles that are either pretentious or bad puns. The NME of the eighties has a lot to answer for.

In both cases, the cardboard-and-string technology behind them broke in tiresome ways that weren't worth fixing. (MT being a bit of a lash-up and Sony-Ericsson phones having a built-in photblogging app that was entirely opaque)

As it happens, the one site will point you at a pile of photos taken with a Lomo LC-A, which was what I was after in the first place. However, after a bit of practice it turns out that you can get rather good pictures from a Lomo, which rather defeats the object. And in the meantime, phonecams have become too good and no longer emit atmospheric and impressionistic images.

Semprini

Fear and loathing on the bus-spotting trail.

The 21st tactical religion wing

Operation lettuce flange

We bring you live cat macros

Im in ur church

Known pleasures

Down the final flight

All the cheese in the world

Stinky bishop

Smiley happy plumagog

Oh shitting

Pie and ships

A whitby state of mind

Death from above 1949

It just writes itself

Retro future

The westland dan dare

What is the measure of your gothness?

Nine pounds six ounces, according to this shop on camden high street.