I finally got my camera developed the other day, the last time I went up to the photo counter at boots I must of been about 13 years old. Christ I did not realise how much it cost,£12. But it got me thinking whatever the cost I will always love cameras that use film. I like the surprise off what the pictures look like, the colours and light. And I have a guilty fetish for the photos that went a bit wrong. You know the ones where people have their eyes closed or they are about to sneeze. But recently when I was having a bonding session with my auntie we came across loads of old photos, of her as a child and a scary amount of photos of me as a child crying, apparently my uncle found it hilarious taking photos of of his niece and nephew in fit of tears. I realised that if I use a digital camera I will never print these funny chapters of my life off, they will forever be lost in cyberspace, I will never be able to show my children me in my adolescent years, badly dressed, at my slimmest and at the funnest time of my life. I will now in future print off my photos or waste the rest of my money on using film. Film is cooler lets face it. It even makes a grey day seem like a warm summers evening. digital is the future but is boring and predictable
I LOVE MY HOLGA & MY DISPOSABLE CAMERA
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Friday, 26 June 2009
Tennis!

Its that time of year again . You sit down In front of the TV, or as the weather has been so brilliant, bask outside in the radiant sunshine whist listening to 5 live. Its Wimbledon, Yes tennis is probably the only sport, other than "important" football/rugby matches and strange sports at the Olympics, I properly got into the diving, that I don't mind sitting down and wasting a day watching it. I even want to go as far to say that I know most of the rules, but I cant watch the women's tennis, I feel dirty, its like German porn, all grunting and all just for show. I'm not being sexist but women's tennis is a little bit rubbish, its not exciting seeing a woman prance about in a short skirt, I'd rather see a man in a headband with his "guns out". Like most of the British public I am in the sudden need to pick up a tennis racket, which has been gathering dust in the corner of my room, its the tennis bug.
As I sit here typing this Federer has won, Yes I was there with my little Swiss flag, which I stole when I was on holiday, waving it like a mad man for 4 hours. I can only imagine what the country would be like if Andy Murray got through, my mother would of probably forced me to paint the union jack on my face, No that's a lie she would banish any face paint from the house and probably take us out, away from any TV or radio and let me and my brother sweat it out until we get home and have to watch the highlights.
Also at my school our houses are named after sports stadiums, and yes I am in Wimbledon house. Like the facebook message I sent my best friend "its time for our house to shine."
Phwoar Tennis x
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