Travelling from A to...

There is no such thing as a street. The word is an abstraction, a term for a carefully constructed and purely functional space between rows of buildings, punctuated by signs, lights and painted lines... 

In the Bleak Midwinter

In winter the light is never right. The low sun hides behind buildings and trees and makes shadows fall heavier throughout the day. What little daylight there is at the weekends is usually missed, the result of a long lie in after a long night out...

Waterloo and City

Considering London's relative proximity to Southend - less than an hour by train - we definitely don't go there enough. 

Book 'em, Lou

Everyone likes surprises.

When I ran out of film in Barcelona a few weeks ago, I decided to make use of the out-of-date WallMart film that I found in the bottom of the shoebox that my second-hand camera came in. I didn't expect much out of the cheap 200iso roll, especially since I'd used up most of the roll walking down Las Ramblas after one too many cervezas, and as such, I didn't rush to get it developed before writing my previous post. Having picked up the film yesterday, however, I was pleasantly surprised by one or two of the shots.

Who is this Chump, Boys?

l-r: Matt Mcdowell, George Gough, Jamie Walker, Wil Thomson, Zach Clapham, Dave Watson

It’s a chilly 12°C outside. If I look over my shoulder, rain drops are racing down my window pane and a bitter wind shakes the trees in my dull, dreary English garden. The heating's on now, and I’m wearing my warmest jumper as I sit here writing about a time just over a week ago, when I spent seven sun-drenched days skating around one of the most beautiful cities in the world.