Didn’t know we had one of these, especially such a popular one.

Borough High Street queue.

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Frankie for President

And this is how Frankie fills a penny jar. I just like the head nodding halfway through.

BNP Members [.xls format, c.2.6MB]

I’m saying this as a fairly conservative, middle class English white man who served in the current Iraq war. And as as a foreigner looking in, I urge the Americans to vote for him. Please do yourself and the rest of the world a favour: get rid of those Republicans for a while, allow this good man to lead some vital changes within and therefore without your country.

The past 8 years have been a travesty to your history. Please do something constructive about it next Tuesday.

Muse: Giving it large

It was the first proper large night out for Kate since finding out she was up the duff last January. That’s 14+ months without going loopy, which is enough to send you loopy really. Cousin Don and Helene, who now live close enough that we could actually catapult Frankie to them, very kindly babysat for the whole night whilst we went out and made merry.

We were pretty much on stage, and Matt Bellamy also treated us to a rendition on the organ there which was very cool. I think this is the third time I’ve seen them and due to the great venue was probably the best. If you get the chance to see them live, do so. They are awesome.

I got off the tube last night at about 1840hrs, walked up the stairs and towards the barriers at Mile End underground station. Ahead of me were a posse of police dog-handlers with dogs-at-leash. I carried on towards the barriers, wallet (oystercard) in hand and then a funny thing happened: Without any dialogue the occifer chose me as his target and walked his hound around the length and breadth of my legs and ‘personal space’. Now, call me old fashioned but I don’t particularly dig being sniffed at by some plain-clothed mutt. I carried on walking through the barrier and that was that, but this is the second time in 1 week that the Met have been on my case. What’s going on?

On the cycle home last night I stopped off at Mile End Park for 15 minutes and went up to the bridge overlooking the traffic coming in and out of London. Tripod and gear at the ready, I took my first long exposure traffic shots, hoping for something more like this, I ended up with this kind of shot:

Not great but I will get there. [In case you're interested, I was using a Nikon D70s, 70-300mm lens and had the shutter open for 20 seconds].

As I was waiting for a shot to finish, a police constable approached me on his bicycle and asked me what I was doing. I showed him the display on the back of the camera and said “this kind of thing”. “Are you an art student?” – he was clearly out to offend. He then asked if he could take down some of my details. I replied “if you must” to which he retorted “yes I must as I’ve now spoken to you” implying that every person who he speaks to in his line of work must be annotated. So if I was to stop and ask him directions, he’d then be compelled to ask for my name, address and date birth. Riiiiiiiiiiiight.

If I was pointing my camera at a mosque or a playground or a government building I’d be more inclined to understand but I actually think this is not cool.

MoD news bulletin here. BBC article here. Read from his friends on Facebook here.

21 years old. What a bloody waste.