The road to hell...

Well even the best made resolutions can fall by the wayside, I just broached a bottle of red wine, still the road to hell is, as they say, paved with good intentions. It is just that with meat for dinner it seemed a shame not to.

After spending every spare moment I could grab over the past week going through, scanning and photoshopping some color prints I discovered from a trip to China in 1989, I am now more or less done with the worthwhile shots, they were shot on kodacolor gold and processed and printed by Boots photolab, most of the better ones also spent my university years bluetacked to a sunny wall above my desk, made for some fun with photoshop anyway.

Yesterday I rediscovered my Grandfathers old Praktica Super TL at the back of the wardrobe, the metering seems to be a little haywire but I put a roll of film in it and have been pinging off photos of vases, bookshelves and Silvia and Nora, it'll be interesting to see how the thing shapes up, it is solid as hell and the lens is Carl Zeis, we shall see once I get the roll developed.

Spain gets colder, I had to pull out my down jacket today (only had a t-shirt underneath admittedly), and there is no further news from the BBC today on Garry Glitter. I have seen "The Deer Hunter" I know what happens in these places, I am worried.