Since my last post…

I have written a new post πŸ˜€

I’ve started doing more art.

I got my photography up in Harris + Hoole in twickenham! It looks Awesome πŸ˜€ I also did art with kids and met vince cable but thats a whole different story

And written a book! I’m writing a series of novellas entitled ‘A series of colours’ and the first is called ‘One colour. Rouge’. I got the idea to write something because myself and a friend were joking about 50 shades and writing a spoof. And suddenly the spoof became an actual project… Also I’m dyslexic, and I love reading. But to read something really good, really satisfying, something to be taken seriously is normally a massive pain in the behind. I recently read the Millennium series (girl with the dragon tattoo etc) and each book is basically bible sized. It took about 6 months of constant reading to get through it.

So I felt, why not write something adult, with mature themes which is a bit… Easier to digest for dyslexia… So it’s short. With lots of small paragraphs. And I’ve kept it concise, writing enough to understand the characters but not tonnes of detail that’ll get half read as you skip to the action. It is descriptive in parts but I’ve used poetic devices rythym and odd sentence structures to infer details rather than force reading.

Admittedly I used Garamond… But it’s in size 12 πŸ˜€

One Colour. Rouge

That’s the link to the blog πŸ™‚ with all the details of how to get the book and with an extract of the first chapter πŸ˜€ I’ll also be putting up news of the second book and a first look extract for fans of the first book. I’ll be posting up info about readings too and any freebies πŸ˜€


19-21/12/11 The Grand Reunion

Eight Years.

And Thomas and Toby are finally reunited.

The original Wolfpack.

Toby and Jade (Toby’s Girlfriend) arrived at out front door, and naturally Thomas was still asleep.

After some faffing,

Thomas eventually came downstairs and behold the grand reunion, the original wolfpack,

Toby was pregnant with emotion, and blinking back the tears of time, Tom was stoic as he would be.

And they release a man hug of ages.

It was beautiful to behold.

14/12/11 Kata for the first time in 6 months

Today I did Judo Kata for the first time in a while.

I’m just going to write this:

I love Kata.

I’m possibly in a minority, and yes, I’m terribly romantic about life, the universe and everything but some one has to see the magic for the mists.

So it was myself and Pete,

Pete is an awesome person in waiting. I’m fairly certain he will become one of those guys who’s just impossible but in a good way.

We do Nage no Kata, or the classical form for throwing, it comprises of 15 throws, in their traditional form thus preserving the absolute basics of Judo throws. It helped my training, it’s like showing someone how to draw lines, and basic shapes and then with this knowledge they go on to draw trees, and flowers.

Also personally I find having the element of the ceremonial and the sociable, I find it more fun than uchikomi, or singularly repetitative motioning. It’s nice being able to have a bit of a discussion, and like you’ve made something at the end πŸ™‚

Pete finds Kata stressful.

We are doing the first set te-waza (hand techniques), I’m tori (thrower) he’s uki (throwee)

Some sober bowing and general appreciation and respect shown to joseki and each other.

First throw is uki otoshi which I think translates as floating drop. We fluff it. Three steps backwards are supposed to be followed by my getting down on one knee, while pulling Pete into an elegant arc. Pete should roll, my free hand should land like a autumn leaf to the undergrowth on my knee, and I should hold onto Pete for a brief resonant moment. However our stepping was stressed, I overbalanced on the knee bit, Pete panicked a bit on the roll, and I couldn’t hold onto him. His gi ripped from my fingers in a somewhat dramatic Die Hard 2, but mostly painful way. Even my free hand flailed, I had to use it to avoid falling on my face.

We continue on with the next two throws, it’s ok, but I miss the congruence I had achieved previously.

We switch, with Pete throwing, and I’ll admit I’m not the best at being thrown in controlled conditions. It’s partly a lack in confidence on my part. This did not bode well.

Pete had an existentialist fit by the time we reached the second set Hip techniques (Koshi-waza).

He calmed down, and practiced some more, I got him to breathe it out and reminded him that he knew all the throws and had no reason to worry about Kata. He did a lovely controlled harai-goshi or sweeping hip.

Then we had to finish up as the Judo class was on. We finished 15 min late… No one complained.

We did the Judo session, a small class, three green belts to begin with, myself, Pete, and another. It was interesting to note the personality differences between us at the start. We were joined by another two, a brown who’s new, and Ben.

We did a class mostly on sweeps and a bit of strangling which I love. And finished on some ground randori.

Pete popped on his brown belt and pootled off to jujitsu.

I waited for him and Liz (from the art gallery, she is a cultured ninja) and we all went to the pub.

It was here Pete had a moment.


9/12/11 Degas with Lizzy

Good satisfying day today,

It started fairly poorly for reasons which don’t really matter, but sort of kicked off at Lizzy’s place. She left the room for a moment and I had some film in my camera so I used a couple frames on her living room.

She lives at her god father’s who has strong links with Thailand and as such has brought little pieces of Thailand back with him. He is also a fan of the Antiques roadshow and assumably of collecting. His house is wonderfully cluttered, with various decorative items, and some with a defiant orient flare. It feels a lot like, I imagine, the back room of the V&A but with a kitchen, and dining set. Or maybe how a house would’ve been during the aesthetic movement, towards the end of the Victorian era. His house is truly an experience.

It might seem odd to describe a house like that, but in the case of Paul, the environment is so concentrated that you do feel as though you’ve travelled somewhere.

We left.

And indulged in some conversation of life altering potential,

then we reached the stations, and boarded our train.

I love travelling with Lizzy, it’s nice, I feel oddly secure as we are both a little bit ninja. And she’s quite accepting. We’re quite equal, in that she likes making decisions, which I mostly agree with, and on the odd occasion I don’t concur, she’s quite happy to let me have my way unless the matter is deeply important. I think we might do a longer journey too, as she seems to be able to cope with travel.

We reached zone 1, and I took my usual glance up during the approach to London Waterloo, a little more cursory as I had company but it’s one of my favourite habits. I’ve not lost the excitement of going to town yet. Ever since I was small, I always get this breath of fresh feeling in my chest when we come into waterloo. The slow approach round the bend, the distal latticed roof stretching seemingly forever, bearing closer and closer. On a good clear day, as glorious as the 9th’s there is just that childish sense of going or arriving somewhere. Like flying, but less incongruous, with more gravity.

We headed for the jubilee line, I took more photographs, I didn’t hold out much hope as I thought I had only the 400 Black and White, and being underground the light was bad. I hoped to have captured this wonderful backwards glance Lizzy shot me, but we shall see what develops.

I took a few more frames on the way then had to change film. To my subtle joy I found that my camera had been loaded with 800 Colour Negative. So I do have a chance with the low light of the underground. I loaded my camera with a brave new film, lomo changeable ISO 50-200. You have to rate the film at processing. I have no idea what this means. But I’m hoping to take this to the lomo store and get some advice. Or if anyone has any idea…

We saw a man with two parrots on his shoulders. They were huge and he did not look like a pirate. This worried me. The event would have made more sense had he been a pirate. I did not document this event, as the parrots were real and I was rendered momentarily terrified. Parrots are aggressive birds. And these two looked like they could take me.

We reached the Academy of Art, and queued, I photographed two ladies who were asking people to sign up for something, I asked them politely and they both got a wonderful fit of the giggles. It should make for some lovely pictures.

Once inside Liz and I got to the business of looking at the innards of Degas soul.

A little background for those who’ve not heard of Degas:


Pastel, painting, sculpture and later photography

Lots of dancers. Ballet dancers. And a bit of a phase with Russian Dancers.

Studied legs. A lot.

Captured light and movement beautifully.

Painted women who aged with him

Lizzy pointed out quietly that he wasn’t very good at drawing the faces of ladies, just their bodies. I pointed out he died a bachelor.

Frivolity aside, I do like Degas, as I like capturing motion, and movement. I like frames where things are happening. I also like his uses of blues and depiction of light, even in his photographs… There was also a couple of cool items from the National museum of media, early Still cameras and Motion cameras and the kind of material they produced. The style is not completely unlike the Lomokino material. But using the glass plate business of the day. It was also quite interesting to note how much closer art and science used to be back in that era. A scientist whose name I forget studied human motion and enlisted in the help of artists to capture such motion in film. Resultantly queue projections of nudie male ballet dancers running about.

Then we got really hungry and left. I bought some postcards, and lost them.

After minor non-debate we went for Japanese Food. Nom nom nom.

Liz knew this place down the strand apex sort of way and it was awesome. It was a deli, and we picked up a couple of steamed chicken buns, some gyoza, and chicken balls on a stick. The Gyoza was particularly nice from this deli, chicken and spring nion, filled out with I suspect just a little Tofu. I took a couple of frames of the gyoza Β and I’m hoping it comes out well with blue hues but the light was low so I’m thinking it’ll come out reddish.

After this we went for these flavoured hot chocolates. I had a hugely nostalgic moment. Your had to stir it with a chocolate spoon, and it tasted like the university hot chocolates. Me and Rupa, Tom, Mic and Tristan. Me thinking the hot chocolate was cheap being on London Pricing. Rupa dying on the inside as she’s from the country.

I’m going to finish on that thought. πŸ™‚

I’d like to introduce my… blog

New blog πŸ™‚

This space will soon be filled with fun things and general musings, not that I think I’m a hugely important person or anything who demands that you all take notice of my very intelligent high brow opinions, or empathise, sympathise even with my innermost turmoils and weedling desires (If you didn’t pick up on the deep yet porously sardonic tone… perhaps click away from the blog). No. I’m writing this blog because I keep something of a sporadic diary.

My mum bless her in her infinite meddling found this and unabashedly read this. Between photography notes, eastern philosophy notes, Judo notes and the like, she laughed herself silly at the general blurbs I write.

And so please find this blog.

Never to commit my most most personal items to text, please find notes about my hobbies, and general musings. Some might be observational, some might be biological, some of the spelling may be interpretive.