So there we were in Barcelona, a little travel weary, we dropped our guard for just a second and that was all it took.
Recorded for posterity, is the last photograph uploaded from the D80, snapped at the Canary Wharf DLR station in an idle moment. In the meantime, I hope the bloke that bought a cheap D80 in Barcelona enjoys it as much as I did!
At least the new passport photos are better.
Ab's been moaning all weekend that her wedding hasn't made it to the internet. She thinks it's up to Shell to fix that, but because I'm so kind and loving.......
St. Augustine said of signs that if you didn't know what an object was a sign of, it could teach you nothing, but if you did know, what more could you learn from it?
In another place, at another time I thought that I'd found someone who knew someone who'd seen someone who had a cousin who'd been to this house in Victoria. Sadly, that was not the case.
On the other hand it leaves me free to use terms like "selfish pompous monstrosity designed without regard for the planet on which it lives", without offending anyone except the owner, whom I have never met but who thoroughly deserves it.
As usual, my digression started about two paragraphs ago. One of the benefits of sketching notes rather than not taking zillions of photographs of things is that one's memories can be whatever one wishes. I dug out the book so that it would be ready for Aaron to sign, and was surprised at how close to the real thing it was, considering the drawing was done that night after whizzing past at speeds which were probably imprudent.
Only the height remains a mystery, I suspect that ten floors is a little higher than the reality.... or is it?
There must be nicer ways to die than being squished between the pages of a sketchbook. I guess it was warm and dark at the time, but I have no idea how Mr Gecko actually managed to climb between the pages in the first place, nor how the little bits of gecko found themselves around him like a bunch of blowies round a bit of road kill.
What they are exactly, and how they dispersed themselves remains a rather spooky mystery!
So last month I lied about his age! (apparently), having been in trouble for getting his age wrong, and not wiping his face before publishing the pics, I thought it was time to make amends!
This time he really is nine months old, and standing. Hitting the link will get you to the flickr gallery.
It seems that photographing the little fella has been even more sporadic than usual, but here he is again. The links take you to his Flickr Album.
