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It’s like shooting really expensive koi in a barrel & Lie in Seb: I shot my first ever naked torso yesterday. Unfortunately it was a male torso — greased and creased with perfectly-defined pecs and abs — but surely it’s only a matter of time until a girl asks me for the same… service. Either that, or I have a future of all-male calendar photography ahead of me… For some reason, right next to where we were doing the shoot…

(Click for larger… and more dribbly…) Soooo… Yeah. This one didn’t quite work out the way I had intended. Originally it was simply going to be called ‘Oops’. But it doesn’t look enough like POO! Damn it. I guess it could be liquid poo, but that doesn’t tend to be quite so dark brown… does it? At least I don’t think so… In the process of making this blog entry, I actually researched shit, faeces, stool,¬†scatological¬†wunderkind — sometimes being a…

Untitled Caption contest! * * * You can visit either Abi’s or Seb’s Flickr stream to see what other captions people have come up with!

Welcome to my first American special: Why Americans are awesome. I appreciate that I haven’t actually written a whole lot about America, so you might question my authority — and rightly so! I’ve visited a few times — about two months in total on five individual trips. I don’t claim to know everything about the States but as you probably know by now, that won’t stop this entry from being highly opinionated. Bear in mind then, as you read this…

I won’t be at home for Easter, next weekend (for reasons I’ll explain later in the week). Not one to miss out on all the fun of Easter egg hunting, I had a little fun on my own in the garden. It has to be entitled ‘Easter came early’, really. Or perhaps ‘The Easter Bunny had scoffed all the chocolate; he was running out of options.’ Yeah, let’s go with the second one. There will be bonus points if you…

Recently, my ego suffered a bit of a hit; I was dumped. My self-esteem, which has never been the greatest due to some bullying at school, was taken down yet another notch. It’s not something I should blog about though (those who follow my Twitterings will have some idea of what I’m talking about though!); I have never one to kiss and tell. Perhaps in a few years, when my feelings have been tempered a little and my nerve endings…