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Time is a relative thing.
There is the time of laughter and parties that are over in the blink of an eye.
There is the time of the last class on a Friday afternoon.
There is Sunday morning time, incredibly boring when a kid, nice and unhurried as an adult.
There is the time of reckoning.
There is the time of the day, and those who won’t give it to you.
There is Prince’s Time.
There is Time Magazine.
There is parsley, sage, rosemary. And time.
There is timeliness and there is hurry.

And there is the time of the guy stuck in the most boring room of a modern art museum.
Each syrupy second of it.
A jellyfied sort of time.
The time to lose the will to live.

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This is balls… Disco balls…

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New.

Everything was.
Everything.

Especially the tie.

The shaggin tie…

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At least Seamus still had all four wheels on his mobility thingy.

Fourth day of wearing a suit, shirt and tie. I’m sure that in no time at all I won’t even notice it anymore. 

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Stranded

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Laura loved ships. With a passion. She’d love nothing better than getting a gentle neck rub while watching ships on the horizon.
But Dave never got the hints.
Dave was mostly wondering if it would be ok to whip his smartphone out and watch the highlights of Liverpool – Manchester City.

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Ship thrills

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Wow. What a day. Life is so strange outside of the Mistake Factory.
I met Carlos for lunch. We went to Kyoto for some Asian food. I went for my five lunchtime dives at the 40 Foot.
What’s new, says you? I do that at least once a week. I call it the slice of delight in my shit sandwich.
Well, the difference today is that the shit sandwich had vanished.

Thanks Carlos for the photo.

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Roar like a lion, soar like a turkey

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How appropriate, when the defibrillator has been nicked…

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Necessity is the mother of… devotion

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Off to Embra! I’m incredibly excited. And then I see how bald the left tyre on the left landing gear is, and I am suddenly less excited. I take a quick photo in the hope that my phone survives the crash and my widow can sue Ryanair for an indecent amount.

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I’m in Edinburgh! I am very excited once again!

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I am less excited. After 25 minutes of this near-hypnotic spectacle, I have almost lost the will to live.

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Yes, I am definitely in the Scottish capital. Jeez, I am excited!

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When in Rome…

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Narrow table and big thirsts

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Insto bursting with enthusiasm for the “I-blip-you-you-blip-me” session. He is praying that someone will put the shaggin cameras away and get their round in.

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Phwoar! Look at the arse on that dog! M. actually had the reflex to capture the beautiful moment. Her shot is called Dog’s Arse with Pints. It will be in the 2019 edition of the RSA exhibition. You mark my word.

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Will is unusually merry. I must try the Cabernet Gaviscon cocktail, it seems to lift the spirits.

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“Hey folks, you’ll never guess where we are!”

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The Teviot. A bad bad bad place, full of bad bad bad memories.

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Anyone for a game of Spot the Minaret?

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Ha, Mr Smith! Eat your heart out. It’s not just a gig for oldies, there are some trendy young dudes in attendance too.

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“When I point the microphone this way, you do the singing, ok?”

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“Oops, shite, here comes a high note, I’ll tactically pull the microphone away a wee bit, no-one will notice that I can’t hit it. The high note”

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Slàinte mhath

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Before and after

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Edin nose bag

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Tactical pit stop. I just want to make sure that the young ones in the dorm in the Kickass get the full mememe2u experience

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Night flat

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Pish only?

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Falafel debate

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Meh Pizzas. They are… well… meh.

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Take the bus. Or else…

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Jack Nes wishing you all night night from the pod. The young ones are definitely going to get the full Guinness farts-kebab burbs package. Combined with the snoring, it is character forming. What doesn’t kill them makes them stronger! (Their parents will thank me one day)

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Victory! I did not pee in my pod

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Photoshopped sky. Took me ages…

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Kickass kickass

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Lanterne Rouge. I suspect they were discussing cycling matters. Just a wild guess.

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The Smithzer. He with the silky pug and shiny socks.

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The picturesque Waterside (when devoid of pissed middle-age muppets acting the bollixes outside)

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The obligatory swan shot

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The obligatory swan shot. With obligatory shallow dof.

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The Moderation is strong with that one.

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The reinforcements have arrived!

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The reason why you should never leave your camera unattended when you go to the jacks…

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Middle-aged hooliganism

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First game of Poke the Mobility Scooter.

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“These pints are so small, I reckon we could have six each.”

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“Two more, garcon!”

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Drinking in the sunset scenery

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My room for the night. It will look complete once the wild boar’s head is in position on the wall, above the telly

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In my next life, I want to come back as a whippet.

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But knowing my luck I might come back as a pug…

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One-eyed Louis

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The art critic

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Checking his bank balance

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Pickaboo

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“Don’t move! The light is just right.” And it was too!

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The picture of guilt!

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“You ain’t seen me, roight?”

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Symphony of stripes.

 

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Seamless transition

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Upside down black Cornetto

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Almost Istanbul

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Whatever happened to the Buckfast tradition?

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Edinburgh circa 1902. Or was it yesterday?

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“The new Spoon in town! It’s got a posh extension at the back”

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Erected. Snarf, snarf.

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The Hoose with the Golden Door

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Moderatly moderate in my moderation there (thanks Red)

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Scottish pragmatism… when the defibrillator has been nicked.

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Stop it!

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Jason’s Liquid Gold Mistake Factory

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Time for the last pit stop

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Blue-blazing a trail of glory

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The end is nigh

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Going… going… gone!

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A passion for moderation – Edinburgh 2018 in 83 photographs

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