Tag: boys

Our Berber guide stares at some very small camels, in the Sahara desert

For the last 12 months, I have been doing almost everything with a girl called Shannon. By “everything” I do mean everything. It started off with chatting, and then a few weeks later flirting, and then, as is the natural progression of such things, eloping. We followed that up with eating, travelling around Europe, drinking lots of alcohol, exercising, watching awful TV, and being caught by the police for a crime that we (arguably) didn’t commit. Then, of course, to…

The young ones & Have I told you lately that I Love You? Seb: I’ve spent most of this past week in the company of kids. I don’t mean that derogatorily — I mean that I’m at least 10 years older than most of them. It’s odd, I’ve always got on better with younger and older people — but not so much with my contemporaries. I get on well with kids because they’re incredibly easy to talk to (and because…

So… I jogged again. It wasn’t any easier than yesterday, but I guess it takes time — and to be honest, I mixed up the routine a little, so it’s hard to measure if I did any better or not. I also warmed up beforehand — twists, stretches, arm-circle-thingees but perhaps I was a little too rigorous, leaving my heart not quite ready for two hundred METERS of jogging. There’s always tomorrow… and the next day! And no, though I…

[Lots of pretty photos if you scroll down. If you fancy some ranting on photography, read on...!] As I write this it’s 4am… so, again, excuse any mistakes I might make. I feel fairly coherent, but it’s just the silence before the storm. The sleep deprivation will catch up with me in a moment and I’ll start jibber-jabbering about useless bollocks. Oh, I might start writing chiefly in British-English too, but that won’t be a problem, a’ight? It actually takes…

I didn’t have time to finish yesterday’s story of hellish automobile disaster, so instead you get some pretty photos to look at. This is just to prove that I am capable of portrait photography and not just pretty landscapes! (And if you haven’t bought one of my Faroese photo prints yet, why not?) First up, one in colour: And now a close-up of his eye, because you can see me and the reflection of his arm, which is pretty neat:…

‘You know, Sebby, you didn’t include the photos from after the Peter Pan show…’ That was my mother, rudely barging into my room. You know, the parental ‘Can I come in?’ manoeuvre, spoken as she opens the door. Sometimes she takes a while to get to the point, but I already knew where she was going with this one. ‘But mum, I already embarrassed myself enough with the head-in-bowl photo.’ ‘Those girls obviously loved you in that doggy outfit, Seb…