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I'm trying to take photo's that reflect the way or feel or something that I think about at the time. I think too much, always have. However today I have managed to keep the charade of artistic ability up.

See I was thinking last night about my behaviour patterns, and my reaction to other people. That has always been a locked door in my mind (see the relevence now?), I've always believed what I think is right, what I see is right and what I feel is right. Any suggestion that my locked (and again) in behaviour was simply the way things were, the way things should be.

I guess my year and a half in the wilderness of singledom has taught me that perhaps it isn't. I've had brief flirtations with the opposite sex and each time have learned something about my mindset. I have to unlock my own rigid belief system and start to act differently. I would give you an example but I can't really recall something specific right now. Sorry. Ish.

So got a BBQ tonight at mine, Rnt, ZnK and of course Me. Five. I guess thats why I have been thinking, trying to ponder how I've ended up where I am. If I hadn't set out in my late teens with a purpose I'd be proud of me and where I am. However because I had a game plan I'm not overjoyed with what is actually a decent result.

Yeah anyway the fridge is packed full of Copenhagens finest (I haven't got RtCph in my fridge, I mean finest beer not finest photographer), the freezer has a lot of substandard 'barely beef' burgers, and I've even thrown a few packs of 38p sausages in the mix as well. No expense spared round Newtoft Towers tonight. Few buns as well, now justy hoping the good lord sees fit not to throw a shower of rain all over my first foray into the open air catering business i nearly two years.

Thought I'd won the lottery today, saw Weds draw numbers and they looked a lot like mine. They weren't mine. So I won sweet fuck all. Always next week.

When I do win the lottery I'm embarking on a world tour of blip, flying from Copenhagen to Symi, from Germany to Ummm.... Scotland and Cornwall (if I can fly into Cornwall, if not I'll fly to exeter and jump on a horse drawn cart). When I win I'm visiting my favourite blippers to share in my financial joy. The reason? Because blippers are the people who always seem there for me these days and therefore I'd like to buy ech and everyone who comments regularly on my journal a beer, glass of wine or ridiculously expensive show of my new found wealth. Like a helicopter. Anyone fancy a helicopter?

I have recently discovered Frank Turner as I said yesterday. The whole back catalogue is now on my laptop and treating my ears to a new experience. I've always loved discovering new bands. I bought the 1996 effort 'and out come the wolves' from Rancid because the cover looked cool. Great choice.

Everyone seemed to enjoy my little test last week, so here is another. Three facts about me, only one is untrue. Go on, have a guess. Feed my intense desire to reveal everything about myself to people I don't know.

At night I have a pillow to occasionally cuddle so my bed doesn't feel so empty. It doesn't get washed but the pillow case gets rotated every couple of days. It even smells nice, like softner.

I once threw up on the kitchen floor after and England game and blamed it on the dog. However my parents enquired as to how the dog had also been sick out of my bedroom window and in the sink.

When I was 11 I appeared on ITV's Fun House and got told off for swearing (accidentally) during filming. I still have the ruler with a calculator on it that we got as a prize.