Tag: family

I had my aunt’s funeral on Friday. She died at the age of 40 and made only two stipulations for her funeral: everyone must wear something orange, and anyone wearing pink would not be admitted. I wore an orange feather boa and painted my thumbs orange. I don’t think there are any photos of the boa — and yeah, I got some polish on the cuticle of my left thumb. You should’ve seen my right thumb though! Perfect! It was…

(You can click either to get a larger, zoomed-in view… if you really want that…) First, I just wanted to clear up some issues. Yesterday, when I ‘leaked’ (sorry) the first picture on Twitter, I had a lot of responses questioning the colour (and consistency?) of my urine. No, I do not have anything wrong with my kidneys. I’m not taking any vitamin supplements. I did not drink a lot of orange juice. That’s just the natural, slightly-radioactive hue of…

The Lunatics of London & The greatest thing Seb: We actually sent this out as a Christmas card this year. We were kind of fed up with those happy-all-smiles Christmas cards that some families send out. We like to keep it real, yo. We’re a true, tight-knit family, full of love and affection for each other. (Thought I’d show you my pointy teeth that I’ve alluded to a few times, too… I told you they were scary.) I’ll spend this…

I think this week I’ve taken more photos than any other period in my life — other than when I’m travelling of course, but it’s not really comparative. When I travel, my camera’s nearly always out — this week was my first taste of what being a working photographer might actually feel like. The whole ooh-I’ll-just-grab-my-camera thing was obviously aided in the most part by the snow we’re currently experiencing. And the winter sun… my God, the winter sun. I…

Wee-eee-eee… wee-um-a-way… Imbube… imbube… imbube… Last night, Eric, our blind cat, died. It was quick. He died at peace, asleep. Fourteen good, solid, there’s-a-good-cat, mouse-catching, rabbit-snarfling and pigeon-scaring years. Earlier this year Mango, Eric’s sister, died.¬†Eric himself is survived by his brother, Sammy, who is now the last surviving member of a very long line of beautiful cats that we’ve been lucky enough to rear or look after. Fourteen years is pretty good for a cat. I suppose I should…

(Click for larger) I was thinking of ways to use my new camera lens and remote control and somehow work in an element of too-much-information. I hope I’ve succeeded; I hope this hits the spot. Just be grateful I didn’t take a photo of the floor in my bedroom… As always, more TMI stories can be found over on Lilu’s blog.