London Life

I have to go to London once a year, just to remind myself of how much I hate the crowds, dirt and noise.  An interesting place for photography, though...

It seems to be fashionable to get married somewhere obscure and then have the wedding pictures taken somewhere grand - in this case, St Paul's Cathedral.

Another St Paul's wedding, this time on the front steps.

Due to a clerical cock-up I managed to catch the wrong train back from Croydon, and ended up at Blackfriars Bridge rather than London Bridge.  It's not my fault that I find London confusing...

I'll finish with yet another wedding, this time outside Tate Modern.

Other Oxford folks

A few more pictures of non-photographic folks (and pooches) from my day in Oxford.

Bugger Bognor...

I confess that the only thing I knew about Bognor Regis before visiting the place was George V and his less-than-gracious comment about the town.  I tried to be open minded, but since it had been raining all morning and the sky was slate grey, I wasn't exactly seeing Bognor at its best.  The nature of the conditions (and, it has to be said, the state of the town) seemed to call for a set of pictures in monochrome.

Bognor is the only place I've ever visited which had "take away views".  Maybe the idea will catch on?

A couple of useful signposts aimed at the visitor who was lost.

...and a house whose name, presumably, had been forgotten by its owner.

Gypsy Lee was about to have her post delivered.  Call me cynical, but I'd have thought she would have known what was coming in advance, so wouldn't actually need a delivery...

A few of the characters I found around the town.  I particularly like the "boy racer" in the first image, who was keeping a beady eye on the idiot with the camera.

I don't often agree with royalty, but on this occasion I think good old George got it about right.

A Walk around Southampton

For the August Bank Holiday I went to visit my daughter, Izzi, in Southampton where she is at University.  On the Sunday evening we went for a walk from her flat around the West Quay shopping area.  Not being a very "shopping" kind of person I normally stay away from such places, but at least it was mercifully quiet.

The final picture shows a statue of Isaac Watts (Doctor of Divinity, no less) who appeared, from a distance, to be holding an ice cream cone.  On closer inspection it turned out to be a large pink dildo, so I guess that makes him Isaac Watts DDD.  It also puts Henry VIII and his chair leg into perspective: clearly a better class of student in Cambridge...