I am an imperfect photographer. Imprecise and impractical. Unpractised and amateur. The frame that I form between my outstretched fingers is inconsistent, unevenly shaped, plain wrong. My astygmatic eyes frequently fail as a pin-sharp viewfinder. My nervous balance and lack of poise turn the focused to fuzzy.
I prefer a statue to a living and breathing entity, […]
“Well, I - I - I - I, gosh, Mayor. I’m the mayor. The mayor of London. Like Dick Whittington. How absolutely. Yes. London. Great city. Cradle of - of - of - of - something great. Not sure what. But great, nonetheless. Modern democracy and, erm, civilisation. Or was that Rome? Italian restaurant. Yum, […]
Ladies and gentlemen, I want to introduce you to Stephen.
Stephen is a pitiful young man who is suffering. I’m sure you can tell that, just by looking at his photograph on the right. He is suffering from a terrible affliction, with which he is afflicted twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and […]