Hot Poop

Evening all,

Well, i could try and tell you that this is some deep seated metaphor for the kind of weekend that i have endured......

That would be a lie, i've had a great weekend thank you very much.

I could say that i have been nowhere and had no opportunity for a scenic shot....

That too,would be a lie. The snow capped peaks of the Pennines have been well within my photographic grasp over the last two days

I could even claim that i see in this photo, the beginnings of a new post modern, avant garde left bank movement dedicated to the re-energising of the staid formulaic thinking which damage and slow the contemporary art world...

But you know what, sometimes a big old pile of steaming poo is nothing more than a big old pile of steaming poo, and that'll have to do!.......

oh, and the fact i get to soundcheck Zappa, short, sweet and beautifully insane.

Frank Zappa