I think I'm going to take the weekend off. Right now, I'll take the hound for a meander and get him to wee in the Thames (if the moorhens don't scare him off), and see if we can't find some interesting images to snap with my camera. Do you think if I keep mentioning that it's a Samsung D500 and a very nice phone indeed, and a blessed relief from the dreaded Sony that I was forced into by the equally dreaded Carphone Warehouse, that eventually Samsung will shell out a nice new D600? It'd be great to get something from blogging. How does the Doocer do it?
Meanwhile I'm off for a little break, and to find time to get my head down because this weekend is massive for me. Big do in London tomorrow and I've got to get my crap together: when the paps hit you there is little forgiven. And tonight I'm in for a quiet night out. Maybe take in Broken Flowers, and see what stems from that - see what I did there? A joke! Hoorah. The waters are seeping back in because the tide has turned. With luck, Bill Murray will help me remember what it's all about. I'll be back with stronger, but still wrong, opinions, and more original photos and stuff. Even if, in the end, it's not all that good, I'm the only one here, and that's fine by me.
But I bet, sometime, I'll make you laugh.
