It's Friday
And I'm bitter because the weekend means work for me. And not the type of work I like to do either. Just the type that pays me.

And I woke up too soon this morning, from a blimmin AMAZING dream and I was really quite devastated that it wasn't real. Mmmm.

And money is bad too.

And I got a flat tyre today in the middle of nowhere in the torential rail due to some crazy stone wall (don't ask). And was forced to buy a new one because the damage was so bad.

And I saved a bloke's car from crashing when the hand-break failed and it rolled into the main road and I dashed into a pub to tell him. He didn't say thanks. The shit.

And I've got a 5 mile run to do tonight. But I'm loving complaining really because I'll love the feeling it gives me. It's just heaving my fat backside out to do it.

I think I'm hormonal too.

But the point it, I just want to take photographs but I'm frustrated because I've got some bloody marvelous ideas in my head (well they look good in my head) but money and lack of gawjussss models restricts me.

Tune in next week...