Friday, 22 June 2012

Ears, Martyrdom and a good scratch!!!!

Good afternoon interweb, I have decided I am going to continue to flirt with you for a while longer. Maybe not as much as you would like but flirt I will.
I have just returned from the doctors as I have gone deaf in my left ear overnight. This along with my prolapsed disk is making me wonder whether or not it would simply be best to just have me put down!
I went to see the nurse who for some reason decided to try and syringe my right ear which I could hear out of perfectly well. I am now deaf in both ears and have started to shout at everything and everybody due to my lack of hearing.
I have been sent away to put olive oil in my ears for five days, presumably to make me look like a twat when it dribbles out in public.
Whilst I was sat waiting to see the nurse I couldn’t help but peruse the contents of the table and it’s reading matter. Nat Geo, Glamour magazine, OK, the usual collections and then I spotted “Buses”, the magazine. “Buses is written for and read by an audience that extends from senior industry professionals to passionately interested enthusiasts.” Oh come on people, really!
Anyway, I left deaf as a post and am now listening to a bit of GnR and fear that most of the neighbourhood will be as well as I can’t tell what volume it is blaring out at.
I'm currently struggling to shift the weight I put on during my holiday due to my lack of exercise whilst there and the back problems are not really helping at all. 
With these issues in mind, (mainly the glass back) I may put off my desire to purchase a big f##k off telescope and a new dslr body with a better sensor to attach to it for a while. I think I have reached the limit of what I can do with my current kit. Still some belting images but just not good enough for my exacting standards.
In other news I noticed on the BBC News that some arseholes have been blowing themselves up again. The process is called Martyrdom. Martyrdom... is the only way in which a man "or women" (monty python time lol) can become famous without ability.
To be honest the majority don’t even realise notoriety never mind fame, fu##wits.
I have recently been receiving cv’s from prospective employee’s. Young people sending in their respective bits of paper telling me how good they are at various tasks and that they have a bit of paper to wave about informing everybody they have a gcseobtec diploma in mediaindustryadvertisingnessfilmandtelevisionphoto qualification of some sort or other. Quite frankly I don’t give a shit because not one of them actually put down that they enjoyed photography as a hobby. I'm sorry  but I'm 43 and still class photography as my hobby.
They enjoy nights out and popular music and going to festivals and meeting people. I still don’t give a shit. Anybody can be given a dslr and can take in focus correctly exposed photographs with very little tuition these days. That does not make somebody a photographer. It is my belief that you have to have a passion for it and really love what your doing.
When we had clear nights in the Indian Ocean and everybody else was in the bar I was out getting eaten alive on the beach taking shots of the night sky because to me the view was amazing.
There are also far too many pixel peepers these days as well, all hung up on sensor size and resolution and iso range etc etc. The purpose of photography is to create an interesting image that people may look more than once at, and that has little to do with sensor size and resolution for the most part.
Obviously certain types of photography will require new cameras and telescopes with better resolution etc etc and I may indeed eventually have to invest in such equipment.
Right then interweb I have flirted with you enough for one day and so here is some drivel, Excuses are tools of incompetence that build monuments of nothingness and those who specialise in them seldom do anything else, the will to be stupid is a very powerful force, but there are always alternatives and I have in my old age come to live by a simple philosophy of filling what is empty, emptying what is full and having a bloody good scratch where it itches.
Peace out yall, THE BAGSTAXXX

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Eagle rays, night sky and regret!!!

Good afternoon interweb, It has been a while since I last popped by to see how you were. I trust your zero’s and one’s are in the correct order and our separation has not been too disheartening for you.
As I disclosed to you on my last visit I have been spending some time in the Indian ocean for the last couple of weeks with Fi and a couple of very good friends Jono and Lou and fabulous time has been had by all.
I must confess that of our 5 trips to the Maldives this one has been by far the most pleasant. So pleasant that after a couple of days I couldn’t even be bothered with even your good self interweb.
We stayed at Embudu village as I mentioned and the place is proper no news no shoes. No TV in your room or newspapers just total relaxation.
With it been the monsoon season we did have a few tropical storms for the first few days but after that it was wall to wall sunshine and factor gazillion sun cream for my pasty white Yorkshire skin.
The island is mainly visited by German tourists and we even made friends with a few of them and had a great laugh. One lady commented that she thought I was “a little bit crazy” after the briefest of meetings. I suppose it is a lot better than what most people call me beginning with the letter C.
The beaches are for the most part empty and the bar is never really packed full. There is no in your face music blasting till the early hours and the staff are so friendly and have a very good sense of humour.
The lack of light pollution makes for stunning night skies and wide field astro photography.

One of the main reasons for visiting the Maldives again other than it is a total paradise was to see Manta rays again.
I am sad to have to report that I myself did not see any on this occasion and Jono and Lou only saw a brief glimpse of one.
However after a few brief encounters at distance with the very playful Eagle Rays, two days before our departure three of them came to flirt outrageously with me for about twenty minutes swimming in circles around me and beneath me as I snorkeled off the north Jetty. 

They only buggered off after another couple of people arrived and started making a bit of a fuss. Such graceful things gliding slowly past you then speeding up, banking and turning. Amazing creatures that as Jono said “they don’t look like they should work but they do”. Lol.
All in all a fantastic trip and despite getting whacked a few times by Lou, which was my own fault for threatening to spank her with one of my fins.
I am usually ready to return home from holidays after around ten to twelve days but Embudu village charmed me so much that I really didn’t want to leave but alas we had too.
And so interweb I will leave you with this thought, Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience.
Peace out yall, THE BAGSTAXXX