2 February 2016

Wogan

The current spate of celebrity deaths has left many people unequivocally dejected and rightly so. Beloved cultural figures and unwitting public servants who, even on the very periphery of our radar, bestowed colour and vibrancy that we never would have known without them. They’ve all had their effect on me; Lemmy was a kick up the arse, his ethos dutifully cauterised any soft spot I may have had for Bon Jovi or Poison. David Bowie inspired me to strive for a unique voice in whatever I do and Alan Rickman imbued me with a vital wariness of heights and to a certain extent, spoons.


My Nan was a big fan of Terry Wogan. A true TOG who was so fond of him that she named a full scale ceramic cat statue in his honour. Wogan (the cat) took pride of place in her living room, his kind face that of a diligent guardian. As a kid I was quite allergic to cats (real ones), but Wogan didn’t yield the usual histamine response so seeing him was always a highlight of our visits. I was quite enamoured with him. Upon my Nan’s passing the responsibility of Wogan shifted to my Mum. Nan didn’t have a lot of possessions but she did have a lot of kids (15) so the inheritance of Wogan was a big deal indeed. Nowadays he’s the watchman of the wooden hill, sitting halfway up the stairs in my parents house, the ever present reminder of why Terry Wogan is so entwined with the memory of my Nan.






20 January 2016

Euro Disney Adventure


I went to Euro Disney for Christmas and I had an awesome time.

Obviously I took my camera.

Photography in a place where absolutely everything is designed to be photographed will always be a challenge. It's not like beating the streets of London and chancing upon a baffling scene of urban ingenuity where a piece of litter is interacting with the wider world in a humorous and entertaining way. Disney employ a lot of conscientious staff to keep the park picturesque, all of the textures are designed and the paintwork is pristine. That's the charm but I'm more interested in the cracks, I was just hard pressed to find any. Wanna take a snap of Cinderella's wig when it's gone a bit wonky? Not gonna happen, mate. Ever notice how the bollards look a bit like penises reaching skyward? Not at Disneyland. It's the most un-genital place on Earth and nothing is wang shaped.

I was not deterred. Furrowing my brow and scanning the landscape like a hawk I even managed to find a lady holding a bright red balloon that looked a little bit like a willy.



I was happy. See the full collection here.

I'll leave y'all with one of the many facts that I learned about Disney's culture, lands and history during my trip:

Euro Disney isn't called Euro Disney any more. A change in currency rendered that name the French equivalent of Poundland and those that run the Disney empire thought "better change it". Thus it became Disneyland Paris and all that went there were free from the burden of thinking about money once more. Thank the lord.