What was in the boxes I do not know, but if they started out full then clearly she’s had a good day’s trading. Perhaps that’s what she’s texting about. But perhaps the stall just sells the boxes. It’s that kind of market.
The Watchtower is the magazine with the largest print run in the whole world, some 53,000.000 copies each month, apparently. All distributed for free. (Though it seems even the servants of God’s kingdom on Earth are not immune from having to adapt to the Internet, with the magazine having gone down to 16 pages and more emphasis placed on the digital edition these days.) I guess you need a large and voluntary distribution network to handle a publication like that. And so without addressing irrelevant questions of ‘faith’ — that’s what the Witnesses are: unpaid labour. They have to put in timesheets like the rest of us, but instead of getting pay now, they believe their redemption will come when the world finally ends (which according to them has been about to take place since 1914).
None of this persuades a great many people to stop and take a copy.
Have not had the chance to see Brighton lately and nor, to tell the truth, much motivation to, as we’re having a lousy season. Felt like watching a match today and as Halifax were at home took Joe there. Good grief though, that’s a bunch of fans with a stratospheric whinge factor. Maybe some of them started out like fresh faced kids when they were 10 years old or so, like this one. But they’ve changed, boy have they changed. Halifax 2, Alfreton 0 today.
God I spend a lot of time at Copenhagen airport. I mean, it’s not a bad airport as these things go, but it’s still an airport, thus essentially soulless. Extra hour’s delay today as well.
Yes, I know I could have sat six inches to the left and got the symmetries on this shot exactly right, but there was a large Scandinavian bloke sat there and anyway I couldn’t be entirely obvious taking this. If I hadn’t pointed it out you wouldn’t have noticed it anyway… right?
The point of this blog is not just to find the day’s ‘artistic’ or ‘creative’ side but also to try to epitomise my day. This shot sure does that. Sometimes I’m this close to sodding off back to Fiji.
Happy Halloween, happy end of the week, end of the month, end (for me) of a long period travelling. The house across the road threw a party tonight, an enjoyable evening. I believe that it was supposed to be the warmest 31st October in the UK since records began.
If it’s the conference dinner, wheel out the folk dancers…. I sometimes wonder whether we should do this kind of thing with conferences in Manchester. You could take the delegates into a local nightclub, pour them blue WKDs and let them photograph the natives as they get down to it on a Friday night.
I was also here on Monday but blew my opportunity for a decent photo of it, so today gave me a second chance. Recently re-opened after what seems like years of renovation this is a classic, great, domed library reading room: too big, really, to get a photo of in its entirety, so today I tried a more intimate portrait. It’s great that I have had the chance to work in this excellent space this week, but then again, so has everyone else — for now, it’s open free to the public, you can just walk in. It’s called a public good, Mr. Cameron.
Being 42 