Cheese on Crackers

It's dead annoying when you think you've got something sussed, only to realise that in fact, you're talking bollocks.

Take today for example. I paid Hannah a visit to have a look about the house and work out how I'm going to wire the New Year's Eve sound system. Turns out that in actual fact what I'd originally planned is total rubbish, wouldn't work and had to be rethought.

Bugger.

Of course I did come up with a plan, only half convinced it's going to work, but I've given myself a whole seven hours to rig the place, so there shouldn't be any problems by the time the guests arrive at 7:30pm...

What did distract me was Jess, deciding that she was a photographer and stealing Kenneth. White Balance wasn't feeling to Automatic, so I set him to shoot in Monochrome and let her play. She wasn't too bad, I suppose. I quite like this shot of Hannah...

There's often a good reason to remove colour from a photograph, and this is one of them. A lovely candid caught particularly well. B+.

I'm now sat, bored, eating cheese on crackers. I'm not supposed to eat because of my anti-spottyfuck tablets, but nuts to it. I like Mexican cheese. I like crackers. I even like the bit of butter in between.

I guess I'll just have to be a spottyfuck.