Missing with actions
03 August 2006. Inspired by an inspiring four weeks.
Wow, I haven't seen you for ages. My, you've grown. And is that a whisp of stubble I see? You cheeky scamp. Have a shilling.
Lots of good reasons why I've been out of touch, none of which I intend to go into. All in all, it's been quite a month. Some relevant words, in no particular order, and with no explanations forthcoming: A seekrit project. Depeche Mode/Franz Ferdinand/Miss Kitten/a hill with rocks on/the beach. A talented man with a four-foot tent pole. A lost car and an unexpected barman. Avenue Q. Unexpected liaisons. Weddings. Penalties/text messages. My doppelganger (ish). Archaeology. Federico Garcia Lorca. The Alhambra. Sagunt. A Smart car as fast as it can go. Greenpeace/war zones/The Rainbow Warrior. mentalKlinik. Vertigo (with its own ping pong table). Abuja and cricket. A cruise ship. York. Valencia. Istanbul.
Yay for Istanbul. I'm still sorting out my images; the one above is a taster. The rest to follow online soon. But only if your parents tell me you've been good. Turkey, my boy, is where it's at.
(Meanwhile, Hammersley's only gone and headed to Afghanistan with his talent, camera and newssniffer employed to full and always-remarkable effect. Some people always have to go one better, don't they?)