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Ocean Grove, man fishing on groin

This was going to be a lovely story about two large-hearted, generous Texans who gave me free tickets to see a very cool concert in Asbury Park tonight (Portishead!) — but because of the way things turned out, this will instead be a story about how Americans are, in fact, despicable meanies. It all started yesterday evening on the beach (where the above photo was taken, in fact). I was heading towards Bradley Beach (there’s a Thai place there I…

Again, as I write this, I am on a plane — but this time I am flying from Los Angeles to Newark, New Jersey. By the time I post this I’ll be at my ocean-front apartment in Ocean Grove. I’ll upload some photos from the wrap-around deck once I get everything set up. [The photo above is the Pacific Ocean — I was there this morning… and now I’m on the Atlantic Ocean; cool huh? The photo is awesome for…

As I write this, I am sitting on a plane heading to Los Angeles. I am the proud recipient of an upgrade, too, as I didn’t physically fit in my previous seat — so the steward kindly gave me a seat further up the cabin. I’ll probably be in my bedroom at the Hilton Anaheim [pictured right] when I actually get around to posting this, though. [At this point I have now been in Los Angeles for a week, and…

I ain’t dead! An American once scolded me for using “ain’t”, actually. The cheek of it. I had actually hoped to update this blog a couple of weeks ago, before it became a whole month since the last update, but I failed. Fortunately, that’s about the only thing that I’ve failed in recent history, so I guess that’s OK. Actually, I failed my 365 photography project — well, I failed to complete it. The undertaking itself was far from a…

How better to celebrate the day after Valentine’s Day than with the discussion of WAR? I’ll let you in on a little secret, something I’m rather ashamed of: my knowledge of history is really lacking. I blame it on my schooling: basically, we studied the Romans, the Tudors, some Jurassic/dinosaur stuff… and that’s it. Seriously, I left school not knowing a thing about World War 1 and 2, or any contemporary political history. Oh, I forgot: we also studied the…

I’m stretched really thin at the moment, so the best I can do is a damn history lesson. Let me tell you a little about Lindfield. It’s one of many ancient towns that dots the south of England. It has existed in some form or another way back into prehistoric antiquity, but apparently it entered ‘modern’ history back in 765AD. There’s a photo (below) of the oldest ‘original’ building in the town below — it’s called the Church House now…