I follow F1. It’s pretty much the only sport I do follow, though sadly I’ve never actually been to see a grand prix live. I would, but it’s seriously expensive. Besides, in these days of austerity I’d feel like a heel sipping champagne and scoffing smoked salmon whilst the proles scrabbled in the mud and doffed their hats…. Sorry, got a bit carried away there. Ho hum.
Anyway, F1 or not, this photograph of a Ferrari at Yeongam in Korea is stunning. I found it posted by Shell Motor Sport raving on about how ‘Shell V-Power powers the F2012 through every turn, straight & chicane this season.’ They go on to say: ‘What we learn at the track we put on the road.’ I should think so to. How about lowing the price of petrol for us common folk while you’re at it. hmm?
A stellar image! Methinks the photographer, Clive Mason, deserves an award.
Though I have yet to go to an actual race, and I’m disparagingly called an ‘armchair fan,’ there’s no doubt I love Formula One. It’s wicked and splendid and wonderful and I’ll argue until the cows come home for my right to watch it. However, this just released picture of the 2012 Caterham CT01 is making my hard on for the sport wilt. Fast.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything with less beautiful lines in my life. Once upon a time I had a Skoda, and it was gorgeous in comparison.
Whatever the rules are that meant a designer had to design the car above need to be changed. Now, if not sooner. Now, before I (and a lot of other F1 fans with eyesight) give up F1 for International Tiddlywinks. Please?
I find it immeasurably sad that Kodak is having to protect itself from going bankrupt—and might even go under. It’s deeply ironic that the company who led the revolution of film and photography, built the first digital camera (in the 1970’s!), has been going for 133 years, is having to sell printers to survive.
As is, untouched: this swing set in a neighbours back garden is virtually unrecognisable.
At one time, in the not too distant past, children must have been oh-so-excited as daddy assembled the swing set for them. Complete with its orange slide they must have spent many happy hours and halcyon days mucking around on it; chasing each other around and around as they battled for king of the slide. as they discovered who could swing the highest.
Where are they now? And why has nature been allowed to take control?
This country I live in, this England I call home has changed beyond all belief. We use to pride ourselves on standing up for the weak; for being in the right. The saying suborned by comics ‘Truth, honour and the American way’ use to refer to us, but sadly no longer. We use to be the home of the free and now we’re the home of the surveilled. The U.K. now has more surveillance cameras per head of population than anywhere else on the planet. And, stupid git that I am, it didn’t bother me until very recently … when this camera appeared on the lampost opposite my house.
Supposedly it’s only there to put traffic wardens out of a job. Supposedly. Maybe you loath traffic wardens and maybe you don’t, but putting them out of work by increasing CCTV coverage is out of order. It is an excuse: this is not a big road I live on: it’s a little side street.
Worse: the camera is exactly opposite my living room windows. Underneath, a facetious little yellow on black sign – complete with smiley face – says: “Smile you’re on CCTV.”
No wonder we’re all slowly going downhill and becoming paranoid – in my case not quite so slowly.
Walking to the studio yesterday I came across these ducklings and their mother. Mr. X who breeds them is not my favourite person – not that I know him or have ever seen him. He has a little floating duck house moored in the middle of the canal and, presumably to supplement his income – or because he’s a ferocious meat eater, he breeds ducks and geese. And they’re so, soooo cute and fluffy and cuddly.
Last year, while we were recording the album, Mick and I would feed them. We’d call out ‘ducks, ducks, ducks, ducks, DUCKS!’ and they’d come swimming up for all they were worth, quacking away for their snacks. Eventually Mark, who’d come out to see what we were up to, cleared his throat and said ‘you know they belong to Mr. X and they’re for the pot.’
The fact of the matter is that I’m a sucker for cute wee beasties: be they cats, ducks, lambs or whatever. It breaks my heart thinking of eating them and yet I’m not a vegetarian. Why? Obviously the flaw is mine and not Mr. X’s. After all, you can’t get attached to soya protein, can you?
I must say, much as I wanted to avoid it, the wedding was spectacular. It was Britain at its best. After all, in this world of globalisation, The Monarchy are our most popular and successful brand.
The picture above was snipped from a HUGE photo posted on the BBC website: this high-definition, 1.15-gigapixel picture, is a composite of 189 images. The full picture measures 81,471 pixels by 14,154 pixels. The field of view covers 200 degrees. Check it out – if you were there you could well spot yourself! It’s fun to play with, anyway.