Mare of a job

So I'm out on assignment photographing the official opening of a local community centre my brief as usual, take lots of happy smiling faces and generally capture the VIP's looking at stuff and chatting. But the most crucial thing is to get the Mayor cutting the ribbon. My camera chose to die at that exact moment, the moment the Mayor is cutting the ribbon my camera goes belly up. There's not even time to run the to car to get a spare camera. The moment is gone and the mayor walks on leaving me cursing my camera and cursing the bad luck in timing.
But it's sods law. If anything can go wrong it will go wrong and wrong at the worst possible moment. Your air con will pack in on the hottest day of the year. The central heating on the coldest, and windscreen wipers on the wettest.

I'm now the proud owner of a new camera specially flown in on an overnighter. Fabulous I'm back in business. What's more the camera is two thirds paid for just with this weeks work.

The Tower of Babel

There's been a lot of confusion about the tower of Babel whereby "God" gave everyone a different language so they couldn't understand each other. I think it's about time the record was put straight. It had nothing to do with "God" or Gods retribution on man for being arrogant enough to attempt to build a tower to reach the heavens. No it is much simpler than that. What happened is the people of Babel built a Tower. Now it's true they may well have been arrogant enough to think they were building a tower to reach to the heavens, but God didn't give them all different languages. It was tourism. No one had ever seen the like before and tourist flocked in from around the known world, all speaking their own language so when the locals walked down their own streets they didn't understand a word that was being said and assumed God had smitten them. What they were smitten with was tourists. So they ripped down the tower so they could go back to a quiet life and all the tourists would go away.

Next time the true story behind Moses and the Ten commandments, as never heard before.

I loved my pub so much I bought it

Yes friends it's true. I've been neglecting you and this blog for ages due to all the shennanigans involved in buying a pub. It's been a long old haul but finally we've done it. I say we meaning my business associate and I. I'm not allowed to say the word partner. The idea hatched over many rum and cokes and long conversations that lasted until the small hours earlier this year. Anyway this is my pub.It's quite big with two bars two gardens and a conservatory. So we've got plans some of them on the go already. For instance we've stolen a darts team from a pub that closed for refurbishment. They had to have somewhere to play. We're not giving them back, because they're a bunch of nice guys. We're also making the pub into a premier music venue. With bands on, cover bands Friday and Saturday and original bands on Sundays. It's starting to buzz. With my contacts with the magazine I work for
we're even holding a major charity music event with two stages and fourteen bands in one afternoon/evening. Cool. Lots of publicity and great fun.
One of the drawbacks is the lack of sleep I'm getting. I am rarely in bed before 2:00am and up again to go to my day job (the shop) then after work I'm a photographer for the magazine and in between times I'm interviewing and writing articles and busy being a music promotor booking bands and organising stuff. I'm not sure I have any time left over for just slobbing around. Not that I'd want to anyway. I can't watch TV if I do sit down I fall asleep. So I just keep on going. It's addictive being busy.