
Here are some Matchbox Pinhole Portraits. Thats me above and my suppin' mug below. Rob Parkinson IT man, Bally our security guard and Marrisa the Media Lecturer respectively.




I went down to the Caribbean carnival but only managed a couple of good shots from a whole roll of slide film. Some we're over exposed due to the cross- process, the rest were simply blurred due to all the movement and my error. The boy above was the star of the show...he lead the parade and performed like a pro. The crowd loved him.
The final stop on our road trip was the Big Chill Festival. Its becoming a bit of a family tradition, this being the third year we have done it. Blah blah...i'll write something here eventually, not that it makes a difference. i could write anything really. gobbledigoolies. who the fuck am i actually writing this for. why am i pretending its for any one other than me (and you sam :)) i might as well write my fucking shopping list here. bread. meat. beer.




Hay on Wye, the town of books, is twinned with Timbuktu and was declared an independent kingdom by a man named Richard Booth. He also declared himself the king, and currently lives in the town castle, which is also a bookshop. Hay has over thirty bookshops including a converted cinema that is home to over 300'000 second hand books.


