'Amsterdam - The Land Of Dope & Opportunity.'

Those 'effin Tubes.

I managed to seriously cock-up today's journey.

I also kinda disgraced the English name as well.

Today I was with the lovely Natalie (My favourite name). She's a international student from Greece. She got the whole Mediterainien look going on - v. attractive, but also quite quiet.
You can imagine the number of awkward silences there were. But I held up pretty good for a fly shy guy!
We were paired up for a photography project. The topic for the project had to be on people working in London, so we decided together that Covent Garden would be a interesting place to photgraph the entertainers there. Plus it wasn't to far away either.
Ha. That's in theorey anyway.
Not being from these parts but actually being English I took responsiblity for leading the way to the Garden. But to be honest, she knew her way round better than I did by a mile.

It all went wrong from the start.

Instead of going Southbound towards the Picidally line. Guess what I do.
That's right.
We go about 3 stops before I realise that our desination on the map is getting further away from us.
What a twit.
Me: 'It's alright, we'll just get on the station going the other way. It's no probs'
Our survey says... Eeegh Errrgh!
The other platform is going to a completly different direction.
Cutting a long journey short. We did get the eventually but I fear that all the orienterring I did in Scouts was a complete waste of time.
I couldn't tell my arse from my elbow - as my Dad has affectionatley mentioned in the past.

The shoot itself was difficult as I couldn't get as close as I would like. We didn't really have a keen direction about what we were trying to get across either.
There were some good photo opps. But not my most inspiring work. 'You're only as good as your last photo' - as I just make up that quote to say.
I guess we will find the results out tomorrow (there in the lab now).

I going home early today. Otherwise my tummy will shrink to the size of a button and I'll have to fork out my life savings into another piece of London sausage roll again.

Keep voting!

C U L8R.


Gem, my deepest apoligies for the typo - Tonight I'm going to sit in dark corner and think seriously about what I have done.

Dom, Thank your mother for the card. A most unexpected a lovely warming gesture.

Paul Bratts thanks for the email.

Blake, Thank God for those water-proof trousers and you've gotta love bad teachers named Jeff.

The woman sitting next to me next to me looks lie she's straight from the 70's School of Bad Afros. She hasn't a clue about technology 'What's a floppy disk?' She asks. Ha!

Ash, I love you too man! But i'd would like to see how non-seriously you'd take having your limbs wrapped round an Beech Tree.