ABOUT ME

I live in a camper van with a couple of West Highland Terriers for company.
My passion is photography but it is a work in progress.
I am always willing to share what knowledge I have and can be contacted through the comments on this post or e-mail ADRIAN
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Thursday, 24 August 2017

TETRAHYDROCANNABINOL

It's been a funny week. Monday they had a bit of a do at Westminster. It was Bell End in the Elizabeth Tower. I seem to recall that we had a similar bellend ceremony at the back end of June. The opening of parliament when some of the bellends attend. Not all bellends attend as they are otherwise engaged in creative expenses accounting and are excused.
Who am I to comment I was not invited to either but on the former occasion was vibro rolling.
It's a new horse arena. Herringbone drains underneath this hardcore lead to an evaporation pond or wildlife area; whichever rings the planners bell. They also save horses landing in soggy bits, thus saving a small fortune in vets bills and preventing fit totty from mucking up their expensive togs and bruising their bums. The Vibro-roller is lovely to drive; not a Bomag, it can shake fillings loose at ten metres. As long as the horses are happy. Bugger the old man driving it, spitting fillings everywhere.

My sister has bought me a wonderful device which in theory will bring my nicotine tax contributions to the NHS to zero. Expect the idle buggers sitting at nurses stations recovering from stress to be decimated.
What a bit of kit. Sister got me a dozen different flavours to suck. Not a one says cannabis so no THC.
 I've not totally worked it out but the bit marked "A" allows one to suck harder or softer. I could do with something similar.
 I'll ask Claire if she would like a suck on it.  The her being of the MGBGT persuasion I'll ask nicely. Likely to get a slap if I'm not up to speed on acceptable words. Even 'Cor Fuck Me' is sexist these days and not a compliment as she, her, it, bends to turn a burger on the barbecue.... Likely to get thumped if I get the letters in the wrong order. She. Her. It. A Them. I couldn't give a fuck..... as I can't after prolonged sessions in a couple of intensive care units.
 Who thought it a good idea to let lasses loose with catheters. Twice in my case. Bastard nurses. Men can't help wetting the bed when full of morphine with an horrible pipe down their neck doing god knows what, sucking, slurping, dumping revolting yellow gunge in a jar. All the while one is dying for a smoke, trying to look up the sleeves of the fit one for a glimpse of a nipple, desperate to remember what 'M' number will release one from their clutches. Get used to it nurses. Clean up, he's near death, enjoy it, don't make his passing or survival worse.
I'll leave you with another Red Admiral. A good year for them here. That good I can't find the snap but you have all seen one before.
Have fun.

Saturday, 19 August 2017

OH DEER

OH DEAR. NEVER MIND. CARRY ON.
 Yet another atrocity and more virtue signalling. I suspect that singing, lighting candles and making little heart shapes with ones hands is not having the desired effect on the evil adherents of the religion of peace. Komrade Korbyn has suggested legislating to control the hire of vans. Tough on vans, tough on the causes of vans. The bloke has soup for brains. Our western governments are not fit for purpose. It's time to start hitting mosques and Mullahs, demolishing the former and incarcerating the latter. I feel very sorry for folk in London. Having Sad Dick as mayor and Dick of the Yard as the voices of reason doesn't bode well.
Here is the Deer.
I could go on and on and on but until we start insisting on western values there seems little point.


Tuesday, 15 August 2017

HAIRCUT.

The dogs are looking very smart having had a haircut last Friday.
 
Before.

After.

Today I am back at the van and have been butterfly snapping. 

Before I get to the butterflies this magnificent creature crawled out from under a load of boards, I had a problem getting pictures as I had a 400mm lens and it will only focus at about two metres. I got her to crawl onto my hand but she flew away and landed in a flower pot.
She then flew back again.
It's a Horn Tailed wasp. They are massive but can't sting or at least I don't think they can. I wish I'd had a macro lens with me but at least I've seen one and not just the holes they bore in fallen pine logs.
Lots of butterflies about but I'll show just a couple of Peacocks.
I like how this one turned out.
Have fun, I'll see what else I can find and be back soon.

Tuesday, 8 August 2017

I AM BAFFLED.

It seems that every time I switch on the radio or pick up a paper the subjects being debated and discussed are MGBGTXYZ folk. I suppose it makes a change from their discussing rogue asteroids, global warming and parlous state of the NHS, which in days of yore was normal August fare. I even noticed pictures of MGB people dressed up as giant vaginas; one was sporting sunglasses, a first for me, must be what they call FGM. Last weekend I had a good friend staying, she is a lesbian, despite my best efforts I've yet to find a cure. I am surprised we are still friends as years ago when we first met she asked me how I viewed lesbian relationships. In HD was neither the answer she was expecting nor one she approved of. 
It rather looks as if the combine will be working today so on with the dust mask and off to work we go.
Here are a couple of butterflies. The first is a Red Admiral and the second is one of the Whites. 
And a few Sulphur Tuft.
 Have fun, I am away at a show this weekend, the dogs are having a haircut so I'll be back next week.

Thursday, 3 August 2017

THREE SPARROWS.

It's been a mixture of sunshine and heavy showers for what seems like ages. I haven't found any new insects but yesterday whilst greasing a caravan an Emperor Dragonfly flew past. I sat with a mug of tea waiting for it to retrace it's flight but never saw it again.
 Last week I spent half a day checking the combine and it managed about a couple of acres but the winter barley was just a little too damp and since then has got damper still. The spring malting barley looks acceptable to my untutored eye with grain heads a good twenty percent larger than last year.
It is all suffering from a surfeit of Dihydrogen  monoxide. This chemical composition is a pain. It attacks ferrous metal. It can cause severe burns. It causes many road accidents but is freely available to purchase, no age limit but a pound to a penny it causes as many deaths as tobacco........Why don't government do anything about it? Forgot, they are on holiday.
I am inspired by a wonderful artist who posts some stunning composites. Have a look here MARTY.
Here is an inferior attempt.

THREE SPARROWS
Have fun.