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Air Head
It seems like a long time ago now since I ventured out into Air Street in Soho with the v good V3.
Early October, still T-shirt weather (I'm warm-blooded) and 2008 was but a distant date in my diary with a reminder to buy Billy Bragg tickets for mid-March.
And so here we are on the last day of the year. There's a ladybird (BIRD) in my bedroom and Billy Bragg has just introduced himself via iTunes.
Some things never change.
I've still got a hard drive partition dedicated to Way We See It images. It should keep me in stock for days like these when words fail as the countdown begins for the onionbagblog big night out in Brixton.
Have a good one.
*plus spot the Billy Bragg song title somewhere above*
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| Monday 31 December, 2007 |
It seems like a long time ago now since I ventured out into Air Street in Soho with the v good V3.
Early October, still T-shirt weather (I'm warm-blooded) and 2008 was but a distant date in my diary with a reminder to buy Billy Bragg tickets for mid-March.
And so here we are on the last day of the year. There's a ladybird (BIRD) in my bedroom and Billy Bragg has just introduced himself via iTunes.
Some things never change.
I've still got a hard drive partition dedicated to Way We See It images. It should keep me in stock for days like these when words fail as the countdown begins for the onionbagblog big night out in Brixton.
Have a good one.
*plus spot the Billy Bragg song title somewhere above*
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Crap Match Report
Dulwich Hamlet 1 Cray Wanderers 1, 29/12/07
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me - five South London geezers watching Dulwich wearing their Christmas jumpers. No worries - they'll be in the Lordship Lane charity shops by the New Year.
And so five days spent indoors eating nothing but dried dates, and watching the Vicar of Dibley; Ho bloody ho. Thank heavens for Dulwich Hamlet.
With a choice of either West End sales shopping or non-league football, that uncomfortable period between Christmas and the New Year isn't known as Anorak's No Man's Land for nothing. A jumper from John Lewis or a freezing afternoon spent getting increasingly annoyed by the Cray offside trap?
Wake me up when the first daffodils start to spring up in South London.
I wasn't alone in being annoyed by the Cray offside trap. A bumper crowd in SE22 (no, really,) and that's even with neighbours Millwall playing at home. The relationship between South London's finest two teams is even more complex than most people's relationship with the in-laws after five days of dried dates and the Vicar of Dibley.
A trip to the toilet didn't clear up the confusion (football, not family matters.) It even introduced the bastard son of Fisher Athletic into the South London football family tree.
A local graffiti type (I'm guessing it wasn't Banksy) had inscribed on the toilet wall:
'Millwall rulz + DHFC. Fisher run from Dulwich + Millwall + DHFC run Fisher.'
That's just taking the piss! It was more in-depth than the Vicar of Dibley plot, and just as funny as well. Ha bloody ha.
But the real seasonal entertainment was on the pitch. Fourth from bottom to fifth in the league and Dulwich are the danger team of the division. Are you listening Millwall, and, um, Fisher?
After an opening half hour spent admiring Christmas jumpers, Henry Darko fired Dulwich ahead with a move even more stylish than my John Lewis jumper special.
Half time was spent feeding my dried dates addiction and trying to make sense out of the toilet message. I thought about seeking a second opinion, but taking strangers into the Gents is probably not the etiquette for non-league football.
The pink 'n blue boys pressed in the second half, allowing Cray to counter attack. Thankfully no Christmas jumpers for goalposts with the away team hitting the woodwork late in the game.
The referee was as dried out as my dates. He had a haircut to match as well. Call me a traditionalist, but I expect to hear the whistle blown for offside a second or so after the infringement. The flow of the game tends to be broken when the man in black calls back play almost half a minute later - just as Dulwich were about to win the game as well.
And so a 1-1 draw and it was back home to watch yet more Dibley. Dulwich are next in action on the 12th day of Christmas, away at Eastbourne. Don't expect to hear twelve drummers drumming, although nine ladies dancing is a good description of the Eastbourne team when they were down at Dulwich earlier in December.
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| Sunday 30 December, 2007 |
Dulwich Hamlet 1 Cray Wanderers 1, 29/12/07
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me - five South London geezers watching Dulwich wearing their Christmas jumpers. No worries - they'll be in the Lordship Lane charity shops by the New Year.
And so five days spent indoors eating nothing but dried dates, and watching the Vicar of Dibley; Ho bloody ho. Thank heavens for Dulwich Hamlet.
With a choice of either West End sales shopping or non-league football, that uncomfortable period between Christmas and the New Year isn't known as Anorak's No Man's Land for nothing. A jumper from John Lewis or a freezing afternoon spent getting increasingly annoyed by the Cray offside trap?
Wake me up when the first daffodils start to spring up in South London.
I wasn't alone in being annoyed by the Cray offside trap. A bumper crowd in SE22 (no, really,) and that's even with neighbours Millwall playing at home. The relationship between South London's finest two teams is even more complex than most people's relationship with the in-laws after five days of dried dates and the Vicar of Dibley.
A trip to the toilet didn't clear up the confusion (football, not family matters.) It even introduced the bastard son of Fisher Athletic into the South London football family tree.
A local graffiti type (I'm guessing it wasn't Banksy) had inscribed on the toilet wall:
'Millwall rulz + DHFC. Fisher run from Dulwich + Millwall + DHFC run Fisher.'
That's just taking the piss! It was more in-depth than the Vicar of Dibley plot, and just as funny as well. Ha bloody ha.
But the real seasonal entertainment was on the pitch. Fourth from bottom to fifth in the league and Dulwich are the danger team of the division. Are you listening Millwall, and, um, Fisher?
After an opening half hour spent admiring Christmas jumpers, Henry Darko fired Dulwich ahead with a move even more stylish than my John Lewis jumper special.
Half time was spent feeding my dried dates addiction and trying to make sense out of the toilet message. I thought about seeking a second opinion, but taking strangers into the Gents is probably not the etiquette for non-league football.
The pink 'n blue boys pressed in the second half, allowing Cray to counter attack. Thankfully no Christmas jumpers for goalposts with the away team hitting the woodwork late in the game.
The referee was as dried out as my dates. He had a haircut to match as well. Call me a traditionalist, but I expect to hear the whistle blown for offside a second or so after the infringement. The flow of the game tends to be broken when the man in black calls back play almost half a minute later - just as Dulwich were about to win the game as well.
And so a 1-1 draw and it was back home to watch yet more Dibley. Dulwich are next in action on the 12th day of Christmas, away at Eastbourne. Don't expect to hear twelve drummers drumming, although nine ladies dancing is a good description of the Eastbourne team when they were down at Dulwich earlier in December.
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Photo Friday
After the splash of colour yesterday, it's back to the winter blues (or black and white to be more accurate.) Brain Eno (Love Me I'm a Liberal alert!) has an interesting theory regarding the use of black and white images within photography:
'It's the sound of failure: so much of modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. ...The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them'
But then he was a bloody Art School student, and so what does he know? It's all about the money shot, isn't it? And when are ya gonna reform Roxy, eh Baldy?
Apt then that amongst such artistic grandiose, the onionbagblog black and white 'sounds of failure' finds us at Exhibition Road, SW7. A pre-Christmas shoot with The Way We See It, and as observed by Mozza, there was a different dialect on every street corner.
No need for Little Englander concerns though; it all adds to the big conversation. Such a shame though that the SW7 conversation is money over manner. Profit over social policy makes you a knobber in any language.
There it is in black and white. That's not something you'll read in the red tops.
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| Friday 28 December, 2007 |
After the splash of colour yesterday, it's back to the winter blues (or black and white to be more accurate.) Brain Eno (Love Me I'm a Liberal alert!) has an interesting theory regarding the use of black and white images within photography:
'It's the sound of failure: so much of modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. ...The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them'
But then he was a bloody Art School student, and so what does he know? It's all about the money shot, isn't it? And when are ya gonna reform Roxy, eh Baldy?
Apt then that amongst such artistic grandiose, the onionbagblog black and white 'sounds of failure' finds us at Exhibition Road, SW7. A pre-Christmas shoot with The Way We See It, and as observed by Mozza, there was a different dialect on every street corner.
No need for Little Englander concerns though; it all adds to the big conversation. Such a shame though that the SW7 conversation is money over manner. Profit over social policy makes you a knobber in any language.
There it is in black and white. That's not something you'll read in the red tops.
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Summer's Here
Well, with the winter solstice now a distance shivering memory, it won't be long until the first ball is bowled at The Oval and I officially change my postcode to 'the Lovely Lido' for a five-month period.
Which all means that I still have some catching up to do with my Way We See It pictures for the past year. A sprinkling of colour and a rare sighting of short sleeves tells you that this selection from Great Queen Street was shot during September's Indian summer.
I'm still not sure what works best with my v good V3 - black and white or bright colours? It's become the camera of choice over the past year though and I rarely leave onionbagblog HQ II without it (although it wasn't so ace on Christmas Day...)
There's a slight shutter lag, but this adds to the experience. Who needs shots in focus anyway? Point and press it most certainly isn't, but you're always in for a surprise when uploading.
And so here we have Great Queen Street, WC2. Sandwiched between Kingsway and Drury Lane, every other shop seemed to be... a sandwich shop. It's not really my part of town and if it wasn't for the fading sunlight, there wasn't a great deal of inspiration.
Mr Google tells me that GQST was the first 'proper' street in London town. Originally a bridleway, the appearance of brick buildings around the 1620's gave London the first uniform, straight street.
No surprises then that for such a straight laced location, the home of Freemasonary can be found in WC2. I was wearing my fakenger turned up trousers during my visit, but I wasn't greeted with any funny hand signals. Well, apart from a cabbie after he did the customary cutting me up.
Not the most seasonal of postings but after a flying visit to Nott-a-lot-ingham, Christmas is over and attention now turns towards the onionbagblog big night out in Brixton next Monday. That most definitely WON'T be a black and white night. The only two tone on show will be the Guinness, but I have perfected the art of making that re-appear in colour before bedtime.
Chin chin.
The great continental pavement culture of the capital. It's funny how an al fresco experience is considered Mediterranean when in West London. Meanwhile, locals huddled outside a boozer in Brixton are frowned upon as 'bloody faggers.'
The first Freemason Hall in the UK. The funny fellas with the strange rituals have been at GQST since 1717. This Grand Lodge dates back to the art deco design of the 1930's. Quite tasteful for such a bunk of knobbers.
Cheer up. luv.
Office space and grand hotel entrances.
Follow that car (the bugger just cut me up!)
Eyes down for 88 in bingo.
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| Thursday 27 December, 2007 |
Well, with the winter solstice now a distance shivering memory, it won't be long until the first ball is bowled at The Oval and I officially change my postcode to 'the Lovely Lido' for a five-month period.
Which all means that I still have some catching up to do with my Way We See It pictures for the past year. A sprinkling of colour and a rare sighting of short sleeves tells you that this selection from Great Queen Street was shot during September's Indian summer.
I'm still not sure what works best with my v good V3 - black and white or bright colours? It's become the camera of choice over the past year though and I rarely leave onionbagblog HQ II without it (although it wasn't so ace on Christmas Day...)
There's a slight shutter lag, but this adds to the experience. Who needs shots in focus anyway? Point and press it most certainly isn't, but you're always in for a surprise when uploading.
And so here we have Great Queen Street, WC2. Sandwiched between Kingsway and Drury Lane, every other shop seemed to be... a sandwich shop. It's not really my part of town and if it wasn't for the fading sunlight, there wasn't a great deal of inspiration.
Mr Google tells me that GQST was the first 'proper' street in London town. Originally a bridleway, the appearance of brick buildings around the 1620's gave London the first uniform, straight street.
No surprises then that for such a straight laced location, the home of Freemasonary can be found in WC2. I was wearing my fakenger turned up trousers during my visit, but I wasn't greeted with any funny hand signals. Well, apart from a cabbie after he did the customary cutting me up.
Not the most seasonal of postings but after a flying visit to Nott-a-lot-ingham, Christmas is over and attention now turns towards the onionbagblog big night out in Brixton next Monday. That most definitely WON'T be a black and white night. The only two tone on show will be the Guinness, but I have perfected the art of making that re-appear in colour before bedtime.
Chin chin.
The great continental pavement culture of the capital. It's funny how an al fresco experience is considered Mediterranean when in West London. Meanwhile, locals huddled outside a boozer in Brixton are frowned upon as 'bloody faggers.'
The first Freemason Hall in the UK. The funny fellas with the strange rituals have been at GQST since 1717. This Grand Lodge dates back to the art deco design of the 1930's. Quite tasteful for such a bunk of knobbers.
Cheer up. luv.
Office space and grand hotel entrances.
Follow that car (the bugger just cut me up!)
Eyes down for 88 in bingo.
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