A bit out-of-focus but everywhere I went today it was throwing it down with rain so no really decent pics today. This is posted firstly because it’s a nice pic of someone just doing his job well, but secondly (and mainly) because this guy looks exactly like Walter White Jr (aka Flynn) from Breaking Bad.
OK, so that’s two pictures in a row taken in a pub of people drinking beer. But the light was right. The Gas Club — on Gas Works Road — man, that’s unreconstructed North. Final score — Huddersfield 1, Brighton 1. The play-off dream is still on.
The first act of my Easter break has been spent in London, and the first part of that, in Camden Town, shopping; it does happen, you know. Was keen to get a shot that got beyond the ‘Google Street View’ aesthetic and thus save the blog from deteriorating into the everyday banality that I suspect is never far away.
I observed this guy for a good 20 minutes while having a pint in the pub nearby, he was handing out flyers and holding a placard for a nearby tattoo parlour — like most people make a snap decision to go and have a tattoo. Perhaps for this reason he looked thoroughly fed up with his job, but I do like this one moment, with his eyes closed and earphones in he looks momentarily off in a world that is more his own.
OK, so I’m taking candid photos of attractive women again, but the light fell just right so I kinda had to.
Cafe ‘København’ (and all its menus have the quotation marks on them) resides in Copenhagen airport, where I changed planes on the way home from Norway.
I have to work all five days this week in Manchester and that happens very rarely. So I am making a point from Monday – Friday this week of having all my photos be of the city. It gives me a mini-challenge within the broader one. This is taken toward the end of the working day; as I took it I thought the guy had busted me, but whatever it is he’s noticed, it’s not me.
The signboard puts me in mind that these two are Withnail and I on their 40-year reunion trip, returning to where they demanded cake, and fine wine, the finest wines available to humanity.
Joe and I went to York today, which is certainly the most interesting place easily reachable from my house (we have a direct train), and ranks up with Edinburgh and Oxford as one of Britain’s best and most attractive (but also busiest) cities. Today there was some kind of medievalist festival on, and these guys were going through their paces for the cameraman and director to the right. I would like there to be better light on this shot but I think it captures their movement pretty well.
I will only add that tonight is a foul night, a real stinker. I hope this guy, and the thousands like him, end up somewhere warm, safe and dry.
Offered up purely for the cute vote….
A second day beset by more Russians than is considered the usual amount; and two awful train journeys, particularly the one going home. This oasis stands reasonbly close to my office and I’m surprised it’s never featured on the blog before day 819, to be honest.
And no, I couldn’t say exactly what he’s doing. Occam’s Razor suggests ‘eating’, but what, I don’t know.
Being 42 