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Free Dinner Pizza
Yep - it's an old onionbagblog favourite - the FREE food swindle taking place at a Sainsbury's near you.
Not content with camping outside Pikey's Corner (I kid you not) and waiting for Mr Reduced Price Man to do his thing; it doesn't even come close to making my way to Sainsbury's around midday, filling up four trolleys full of fresh food, walking up the aisle more times than Elizabeth Taylor and then waiting until the witching hour and putting the food back and demanding that it be reduced.
Nope; this is a sure fire way to find free food and it did the business, so to speak, for me at Nine Elms this week.
A £3.00 pizza has a Two for £4.50 sticker on it. I'm not sure if this offer is aimed at couples or lard arse North East eight year-olds.
Anyway... this represents a basic saving of £1.50. Not bad, but you can do better. Oh yes. A whole lot bloody better.
Wait for Mr Reduced Price man to wave his magic wand, and then quicker than you can say 'I thought you stopped being a student sometime in 1993,' the price drops to 60p per pizza. There's a defnite parallel here in plotting the downward curve on my salary over the past ten years.
And so you grab a slice of the action whilst you can, paying £1.20 for two pizzas. But wait - what's this! The fancy automated till at the checkout still picks up the £1.50 saving. And so you're actually in CREDIT for 30p. PLUS you get a couple of deep crust thrown in for FREE as well.
Do the math, enjoy the cheap as chips Margherita.
I think even mr moneysavingexpert would call me a cheeky cunt for filling my freezer with TEN pizzas and pocketing three quid for my efforts.
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| Wednesday 1 March, 2007 |
Yep - it's an old onionbagblog favourite - the FREE food swindle taking place at a Sainsbury's near you.
Not content with camping outside Pikey's Corner (I kid you not) and waiting for Mr Reduced Price Man to do his thing; it doesn't even come close to making my way to Sainsbury's around midday, filling up four trolleys full of fresh food, walking up the aisle more times than Elizabeth Taylor and then waiting until the witching hour and putting the food back and demanding that it be reduced.
Nope; this is a sure fire way to find free food and it did the business, so to speak, for me at Nine Elms this week.
A £3.00 pizza has a Two for £4.50 sticker on it. I'm not sure if this offer is aimed at couples or lard arse North East eight year-olds.
Anyway... this represents a basic saving of £1.50. Not bad, but you can do better. Oh yes. A whole lot bloody better.
Wait for Mr Reduced Price man to wave his magic wand, and then quicker than you can say 'I thought you stopped being a student sometime in 1993,' the price drops to 60p per pizza. There's a defnite parallel here in plotting the downward curve on my salary over the past ten years.
And so you grab a slice of the action whilst you can, paying £1.20 for two pizzas. But wait - what's this! The fancy automated till at the checkout still picks up the £1.50 saving. And so you're actually in CREDIT for 30p. PLUS you get a couple of deep crust thrown in for FREE as well.
Do the math, enjoy the cheap as chips Margherita.
I think even mr moneysavingexpert would call me a cheeky cunt for filling my freezer with TEN pizzas and pocketing three quid for my efforts.
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Flickr-ing the V
Over indulgence ahoy; I'm like a kid with a new toy. Well, I AM a kid with a new toy actually. Fresh from Larkhall Park (if you ever can be fresh from Larkhall Park...) I took the V3 out for someguerilla media scavenging for public authoring bloody snaps with The Way We See It on Sunday.
A sprint across the river to Bloomsbury, and armed with my latest pretentious toy, I almost had the ego to match the intelligentsia of the literary lot located along Marchmont Street.
It's not exactly re-inventing the camera, but it is reinventing my camera technique. I think I was ready for the change. The seven inch super zoom has restrictions, as well as random mood swings. I had exhausted the settings and was running on empty with it.
Time to move on; time to take the piss with the windfall from that nice Mr Taxman.
Wide angle photography is great fun, if a little frustrating as you can't zoom in on those pigeons anymore and have to actually use your eye to set up compositions. It took me a couple of months to find my feet with the F717, and I fear I've got a lot of learning before I feel truly confident with the V3.
I could of course combine the two, much as I did on Sunday up in Bloomsbury. But I found the V3 so much more adaptable for street photography, even if the shutter lag was shit as a pissed up Bag Lady slowly walked into frame and the old girl failed to deliver (V3, not Bag Lady.)
It's all about the camera of course, as well as the pose. Well, somewhere in SE17 it is anyway, as I find the F717 and V3 are making the school journey with me on a daily basis in tandem. Classroom shoots have become semi-professional set ups. Girls love a good camera.
I've got a couple of weddings blagged through somewhere in SE17 coming up and so it's paying its own way so far.
But as you'll see below, I've still got plenty of learning to do as far as selection is concerned. This is about a tenth of what I shot on Sunday. As with the early days of the seven inch super zoom, I still have a major problem in cutting down the crap.
Time for a return of the Crap Picture Gallery maybe?
If so, I've got a photo album to fill as the V3 was flashed around on yet another school trip this afternoon. Wide angle ISO 800 grainy pics of Boy Y stuffing three packets of prawn cocktail crisps down his neck? You could almost make a wanky art cube installation about it.
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| Monday 26 February, 2007 |
Over indulgence ahoy; I'm like a kid with a new toy. Well, I AM a kid with a new toy actually. Fresh from Larkhall Park (if you ever can be fresh from Larkhall Park...) I took the V3 out for some
 It's all about the camera |
It's not exactly re-inventing the camera, but it is reinventing my camera technique. I think I was ready for the change. The seven inch super zoom has restrictions, as well as random mood swings. I had exhausted the settings and was running on empty with it.
Time to move on; time to take the piss with the windfall from that nice Mr Taxman.
Wide angle photography is great fun, if a little frustrating as you can't zoom in on those pigeons anymore and have to actually use your eye to set up compositions. It took me a couple of months to find my feet with the F717, and I fear I've got a lot of learning before I feel truly confident with the V3.
I could of course combine the two, much as I did on Sunday up in Bloomsbury. But I found the V3 so much more adaptable for street photography, even if the shutter lag was shit as a pissed up Bag Lady slowly walked into frame and the old girl failed to deliver (V3, not Bag Lady.)
It's all about the camera of course, as well as the pose. Well, somewhere in SE17 it is anyway, as I find the F717 and V3 are making the school journey with me on a daily basis in tandem. Classroom shoots have become semi-professional set ups. Girls love a good camera.
I've got a couple of weddings blagged through somewhere in SE17 coming up and so it's paying its own way so far.
But as you'll see below, I've still got plenty of learning to do as far as selection is concerned. This is about a tenth of what I shot on Sunday. As with the early days of the seven inch super zoom, I still have a major problem in cutting down the crap.
Time for a return of the Crap Picture Gallery maybe?
If so, I've got a photo album to fill as the V3 was flashed around on yet another school trip this afternoon. Wide angle ISO 800 grainy pics of Boy Y stuffing three packets of prawn cocktail crisps down his neck? You could almost make a wanky art cube installation about it.
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Deep & Wide & Tall
Bored with buying excess bikes, I've gone and bought another bloody camera. No space issue there, mrs onionbagblogger, although the wonderful wide angle lens that I simply couldn't resist takes up slightly more desk space than the seven inch super zoom.
And so why the big spend? When the Tax Man unexpectedly presents you with a cheque that is almost half of your annual salary after a Buster Gonad size oversight at some shitty sorting office up in Newcastle, then what is a boy with a camera fixation to do?
...buy a bike shed as well to house all the other cycles I have planned for the fleet.
Despite the shoddiness of Sony's DSC range, I've only gone and bought... a DSC V3. I like my cameras to be robust and the V3 has more volume than the inside of my underpants. It weighs considerably more as well.
Three years ago and I road tested the seven inch super zoom at Larkhall Park. It was only fair then to return to my favourite South London location for a very early Sunday morning shoot.
Much like my preference for pictures, Larkhall Park is changing. Extra investment leads to a bland multi-kit park with no individual identity left in this little corner of SW8.
It's rather like those mechano football stadiums that were all the fashion in the mid '90s. Lots of shiny features, all shipped in from the same factory; all out of style before the first signs of rust is even allowed to set in.
This ISN'T Sunny Stockwell; this IS life in a once lovely but now neglected South London park, as seen through a grainy ISO 800 setting with the rain seeping into my wide angle wotsit.
As a Taxpayer, I'm paying for the privilege as well. But talk to me about the Taxman right now and chances are I will give you a great big sloppy kiss, wetter than the early Sunday morning soaking I inflicted on the V3.
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| Sunday 25 February, 2007 |
Bored with buying excess bikes, I've gone and bought another bloody camera. No space issue there, mrs onionbagblogger, although the wonderful wide angle lens that I simply couldn't resist takes up slightly more desk space than the seven inch super zoom.
This isn't Sunny Stockwell |
...buy a bike shed as well to house all the other cycles I have planned for the fleet.
Despite the shoddiness of Sony's DSC range, I've only gone and bought... a DSC V3. I like my cameras to be robust and the V3 has more volume than the inside of my underpants. It weighs considerably more as well.
Three years ago and I road tested the seven inch super zoom at Larkhall Park. It was only fair then to return to my favourite South London location for a very early Sunday morning shoot.
Much like my preference for pictures, Larkhall Park is changing. Extra investment leads to a bland multi-kit park with no individual identity left in this little corner of SW8.
It's rather like those mechano football stadiums that were all the fashion in the mid '90s. Lots of shiny features, all shipped in from the same factory; all out of style before the first signs of rust is even allowed to set in.
This ISN'T Sunny Stockwell; this IS life in a once lovely but now neglected South London park, as seen through a grainy ISO 800 setting with the rain seeping into my wide angle wotsit.
As a Taxpayer, I'm paying for the privilege as well. But talk to me about the Taxman right now and chances are I will give you a great big sloppy kiss, wetter than the early Sunday morning soaking I inflicted on the V3.
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Thick as Thieves V
...because the fifth sequels are always best. The plot's getting deeper now than The Final Frontier, a film that had me asking for my money back.
Which is exactly how I feel about uber knobber Giles and his Can't Pay, Won't Pay approach to 're-purposing' photographs.
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DearXxxxx onionbagblogger
Your email has been passed to me by the British Library as CreateKX were in fact the organisers of this event. The British Library simply hired us their auditorium space. As such I understand that we are the secondary party referred to in your email, and any further correspondence should be with CreateKX.
I am currently taking advice about your email and we will respond as soon as possible, but I can assure you that we were completely unaware of any potential copyright infringement.
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I feel there's more life in this franchise yet. I could even make a film about it but I fear the thieving cunt would once again 'scavenge my media for guerilla public authoring.'
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| Saturday 24 February, 2007 |
...because the fifth sequels are always best. The plot's getting deeper now than The Final Frontier, a film that had me asking for my money back.
Which is exactly how I feel about uber knobber Giles and his Can't Pay, Won't Pay approach to 're-purposing' photographs.
********
Dear
Your email has been passed to me by the British Library as CreateKX were in fact the organisers of this event. The British Library simply hired us their auditorium space. As such I understand that we are the secondary party referred to in your email, and any further correspondence should be with CreateKX.
I am currently taking advice about your email and we will respond as soon as possible, but I can assure you that we were completely unaware of any potential copyright infringement.
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I feel there's more life in this franchise yet. I could even make a film about it but I fear the thieving cunt would once again 'scavenge my media for guerilla public authoring.'
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Just Seventeen
Somewhere in SE17 and we've been teaching the kids at school how to write Haiku poetry this week. Or rather they have been teaching me how the world of a seven year-old South London lad revolves around football, Captain Underpants and farting. And not necessarily in that order either.
It's not quite the Education, Education, Education agenda as promised by Mr Tony, and I'm sure that scholars of the traditional Japanese verse will be pleased to know that Captain Underpants has a part to play in their prose.
But as any Charlton fan will testify, it's all about making something out of nothing. Get them interested and the poor little lost souls (the seven year-olds, not the Charlton fans) will be won over for life.
And so we used football as a modern day metaphor for writing a poem that contains only seventeen syllables. Which was quite handy as it's also the same syllable count you'll hear from most Premiership footballers during their full time interview, as well as a figure that is no too far away from Charlton's current points tally.
'Wasn't Haiku one of Dowie's donkey's at Charlton?' asked Boy Y, proving that his knowledge of the Premiership is on par with his mental maths abilities. Add another nine syllables to The Great Gonzalo Sorondon and Boy Y would have been spot on.
I kicked the ball rolling with my Haiku ode to Dulwich Hamlet:
South London dreamland
Pretty boys in Pink and Blue
Big Gav's been sent off
I was quite proud of my literary serenade to SE22, but Boy Y wasn't impressed:
'Why don’t you support a London team, like Man Utd?' he suggested, oblivious to the fact that Champion Hill was less than a mile away down the road. His geographical knowledge competes for attention with his mental maths ability.
But it wasn't all non-league ground hopping with a class of Dulwich Hamlet haters. With a little help, I managed to inspire a local South East kid to articulate what it feels like to be a Charlton fan right now:
It's not good for Pards
Let's forget about Dowie
Come back Mr Curbs
'Brilliant! Move to the top of the class. Unlike your team.'
But for a school that is situated deep in Millwall territory, it was time that we turned the air blue. Profanities were out (apart from farting,) praising the blue of the Lions was the way ahead. And not surprising either with Millwall's recent run containing even more poetry in motion than my Dulwich Hamlet haiku.
'My old man said be a West Ham fan, I said...'
'Um, yes, thank you Boy Y - I think you'll find you'll run out of syllables,' just as I would run out of career options should that nice Mr Ofsted ever show his face in this part of South London.
Europe to Scunthorpe
No one likes us, we don't care
Farting is funny
I'm not quite sure what the final line adds to the flow of words, but I was struck by the sheer beauty of the first two and so I waved played on.
'Fantastic stuff! Now, have we got any Crystal Palace fans in the class?'
The silence was almost as embarrassing as a Simon Jordan TV appearance.
But thankfully this is an all inclusive school that likes to stick up for minorities. In the absence of any genuine Eagles ankle biters, I hastily scribbled down my own Palace inspired Haiku:
Feeling Glad All Over
And we sent the Palace down
Fake tan better than team
It was all lost on the seven year-olds.
'Does Captain Underpants play for Palace?’ asked Boy Y?
Ah - the sweet smell of educational achievement. He's learning fast.
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| Thursday 22 February, 2007 |
Somewhere in SE17 and we've been teaching the kids at school how to write Haiku poetry this week. Or rather they have been teaching me how the world of a seven year-old South London lad revolves around football, Captain Underpants and farting. And not necessarily in that order either.
It's not quite the Education, Education, Education agenda as promised by Mr Tony, and I'm sure that scholars of the traditional Japanese verse will be pleased to know that Captain Underpants has a part to play in their prose.
Pretty boys in pink 'n blue |
And so we used football as a modern day metaphor for writing a poem that contains only seventeen syllables. Which was quite handy as it's also the same syllable count you'll hear from most Premiership footballers during their full time interview, as well as a figure that is no too far away from Charlton's current points tally.
'Wasn't Haiku one of Dowie's donkey's at Charlton?' asked Boy Y, proving that his knowledge of the Premiership is on par with his mental maths abilities. Add another nine syllables to The Great Gonzalo Sorondon and Boy Y would have been spot on.
I kicked the ball rolling with my Haiku ode to Dulwich Hamlet:
South London dreamland
Pretty boys in Pink and Blue
Big Gav's been sent off
I was quite proud of my literary serenade to SE22, but Boy Y wasn't impressed:
'Why don’t you support a London team, like Man Utd?' he suggested, oblivious to the fact that Champion Hill was less than a mile away down the road. His geographical knowledge competes for attention with his mental maths ability.
But it wasn't all non-league ground hopping with a class of Dulwich Hamlet haters. With a little help, I managed to inspire a local South East kid to articulate what it feels like to be a Charlton fan right now:
It's not good for Pards
Let's forget about Dowie
Come back Mr Curbs
'Brilliant! Move to the top of the class. Unlike your team.'
But for a school that is situated deep in Millwall territory, it was time that we turned the air blue. Profanities were out (apart from farting,) praising the blue of the Lions was the way ahead. And not surprising either with Millwall's recent run containing even more poetry in motion than my Dulwich Hamlet haiku.
'My old man said be a West Ham fan, I said...'
'Um, yes, thank you Boy Y - I think you'll find you'll run out of syllables,' just as I would run out of career options should that nice Mr Ofsted ever show his face in this part of South London.
Europe to Scunthorpe
No one likes us, we don't care
Farting is funny
I'm not quite sure what the final line adds to the flow of words, but I was struck by the sheer beauty of the first two and so I waved played on.
'Fantastic stuff! Now, have we got any Crystal Palace fans in the class?'
The silence was almost as embarrassing as a Simon Jordan TV appearance.
But thankfully this is an all inclusive school that likes to stick up for minorities. In the absence of any genuine Eagles ankle biters, I hastily scribbled down my own Palace inspired Haiku:
Feeling Glad All Over
And we sent the Palace down
Fake tan better than team
It was all lost on the seven year-olds.
'Does Captain Underpants play for Palace?’ asked Boy Y?
Ah - the sweet smell of educational achievement. He's learning fast.
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Thick as Thieves IV
And so I escaped Warzone UK on Saturday morning and cycled up to... Camden. Mornington Crescent, to be precise.
Mornington Crescent means to me tube journeys of intrigue back in the mid-90's, passing through the then derelict station on the way to the Good Mixer for a bit of lovely jubbly Britpop fun.
Mornington Crescent the radio game is dungeons and dragons on the wireless.
The cycle itself was worth the journey alone. I was blessed with a gloriously sunny Saturday morning as I crossed at Vauxhall Bridge. The piercing rays of sun reflecting off the four towers of Battersea illuminated the way ahead. Our Kev was keeping me company on the Pod, and the empty roads had me in cycling heaven.
This is a great year for London cycling, and I've got some serious cycling commitments coming up. Plus the track seasons starts in just under a month.
But for now it was Mornington Crescent as my end destination, the final Way We See It trip armed with just the seven inch zoom. I've been expanding the camera collection after an unexpected cash injection (oh yes - more of which later.) I'm about to enter wide angle unknown territory with my new toy.
Mornington Crescent is a very unassuming street to have a tube station named after it. But what else could it be called? Not Camden?
A so so session, and so back down South to the frontline and the Warzone... only to be confronted with my own personal battle with some enemy within without any understanding of UK copyright law.
Cunt.
*all copyright obb 2007. If any of these images appear on some wanky art cube installation, I won't be a happy blogger*
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WITHOUT PREJUDICE
In reference to the London As We May See It exhibition (London As We May See It) as staged by Proboscis as The British Library, as part of the Unchartered Territories: The Brave New World of Mapping, February 14, 2007.
Proboscis has acknowledged that use of my copyrighted work was used within the exhibition, without my prior consent, or the granting of a short term licence. The images used were stolen from the copyrighted website The Way We See It (http://www.thewayweseeit.org).
The Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988 (The Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988) provides statutory law governing any place that has exhibited without licence, and states that any building or organisation party to an initial claim is guilty under secondary infringement under section 23 of the 1988 Act.
Therefore I must ask that:
1. The British Library cease to display the infringing works in public immediately.
2. The British Library provides a written undertaking not to exhibit the stolen images in the future.
3. Any press or media coverage of the event to include a public apology to the photographer (Xxxxx Xxxx onionbagblogger) for the theft of his copyrighted material.
4. A written apology to be provided to the photographer for failure on the organisation to source the origins of the exhibit, and failure to recognise that The British Library is in breach of the 1988 Act.
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Stay tuned for part V tomorrow... tedious, but necessary.
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| Wednesday 21 February, 2007 |
And so I escaped Warzone UK on Saturday morning and cycled up to... Camden. Mornington Crescent, to be precise.
Mornington Crescent means to me tube journeys of intrigue back in the mid-90's, passing through the then derelict station on the way to the Good Mixer for a bit of lovely jubbly Britpop fun.
Tedious, but necessary |
The cycle itself was worth the journey alone. I was blessed with a gloriously sunny Saturday morning as I crossed at Vauxhall Bridge. The piercing rays of sun reflecting off the four towers of Battersea illuminated the way ahead. Our Kev was keeping me company on the Pod, and the empty roads had me in cycling heaven.
This is a great year for London cycling, and I've got some serious cycling commitments coming up. Plus the track seasons starts in just under a month.
But for now it was Mornington Crescent as my end destination, the final Way We See It trip armed with just the seven inch zoom. I've been expanding the camera collection after an unexpected cash injection (oh yes - more of which later.) I'm about to enter wide angle unknown territory with my new toy.
Mornington Crescent is a very unassuming street to have a tube station named after it. But what else could it be called? Not Camden?
A so so session, and so back down South to the frontline and the Warzone... only to be confronted with my own personal battle with some enemy within without any understanding of UK copyright law.
Cunt.
*all copyright obb 2007. If any of these images appear on some wanky art cube installation, I won't be a happy blogger*
********
WITHOUT PREJUDICE
In reference to the London As We May See It exhibition (London As We May See It) as staged by Proboscis as The British Library, as part of the Unchartered Territories: The Brave New World of Mapping, February 14, 2007.
Proboscis has acknowledged that use of my copyrighted work was used within the exhibition, without my prior consent, or the granting of a short term licence. The images used were stolen from the copyrighted website The Way We See It (http://www.thewayweseeit.org).
The Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988 (The Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988) provides statutory law governing any place that has exhibited without licence, and states that any building or organisation party to an initial claim is guilty under secondary infringement under section 23 of the 1988 Act.
Therefore I must ask that:
1. The British Library cease to display the infringing works in public immediately.
2. The British Library provides a written undertaking not to exhibit the stolen images in the future.
3. Any press or media coverage of the event to include a public apology to the photographer (
4. A written apology to be provided to the photographer for failure on the organisation to source the origins of the exhibit, and failure to recognise that The British Library is in breach of the 1988 Act.
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Stay tuned for part V tomorrow... tedious, but necessary.
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