Saturday morning I traded a morning of shopping in Paddington with Trish to have an afternoon of Halo3 with the boys. The things I do for my boys. I'm sure there is straight-man kryptonite buried under the streets of Paddington. I could feel my soul slipping away as I pumped coins into the meter ($3.50 an hour!).
Lucky for me, I was able to entertain myself as I was given custody of the little point-and-shoot camera Trish bought for her/us/me.
Trish humoured me by playing shop-hide-and-seek with me. She would go into a shop, I would go hide, and then she'd have to find me, otherwise she would have to catch the bus home. Lucky for her she found me every time.
I took this photo for the repitition in it....I really wanted to take a photo which said "shop shop shop shop shop shop shop". The voyeuristic effect is a bonus.
This is me being bored in SATCH. I told Trish the truth about what I thought about the dress she tried on. I'm not sure if that was the right thing to do. I think she thought it was a ploy to stop her buying anything.
Paddington is starkly void of man-chairs. So this had to do...
You know you're bored when you take photos of tree trunks and cigarette butts.
At the height of my boredom Trish was nice enough to let me pull her into an alleyway for a moment....
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heheheh... great narration, you know she'll probably only feel sorry for you during the first part of the marriage :P better take advantage more in the alleyways next time ...
Posted by: tammy | January 7, 2008 1:34 AM
I wanted to type a comment but no words are appearing on my screen?
Posted by: matty | January 7, 2008 5:18 AM
okay. it's not white-on-white any more....
Posted by: Joel | January 7, 2008 11:19 AM
I like your layout! Your last caption sounds naughty.
Posted by: Vivien | January 7, 2008 10:44 PM
"Paddington is starkly void of man-chairs. So this had to do..."
The concept of man-chairs implies that there must also be woman-chairs. Therefore you are implying that chairs are not manufactured, but actually bred.
I hereby conclude that humans have enslaved the species known as the Chair for centuries. Being mostly stationary, they have no choice in the matter when humans use, abuse and afterwards toss into large piles of broken chair-limbs, chair-backs and chair-torsos in order to turn them into food for the next generation of children-chairs.
Certain varieties have evolved to have wheels or curved legs, perhaps as an attempt to avoid slavery, but as a result, such specimens have been in more demand.
... *cough* sorry, it's been a humid day.
Posted by: Anonymous | January 13, 2008 10:08 PM