[just in case you were wondering what
it is that I looked like] x
[photograph taken by James Molloy]
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Standing at work.
“How much did you holiday
“Um, flights, hotel and what not,
“Wow, think what you could have
done with that money?”
“Yeah, I did it”
Coversation between me and my boss.
[My part of the conversation in bold]
19th January 2009
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Now as alot of you may know. I do
photography, constantly. I find I
actually can’t turn the photographic
side of my mind off. It’s always
looking around for the next thing
to take a photo of.
And in this I have developed a
sort of [let’s say] extreme annoyance,
actually I’ll be honest, it totally
fucks me off when people take my
camera [or I pass it to them, because
they want to see the picture I just
took] and they delete a photograph
REALLY PISSES ME OFF.
[note the use of capitals, look all
you want that hasn’t happened in
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I love travelling, have done so my entire
life. As a kid, I remember mum taking
me and my little brother for long drives.
We didn’t even have a real destination.
We just drove.
And this love grew, the whole experience
of seeing somewhere or something that
I hadn’t before excites more than most
things these days.
I think it’s in my blood. I mean my my
mum and dad moved to England from
Barbados. Which makes me British but
of Caribbean descent. Or on most forms,
My sister moved away also, she now works
on a cruise ship and goes all around the
The family curse as we sometimes refer
to it. An inside family joke as it were.
So, I’m next. And I’ve been doing it.
In November last year me and my
friend Tommi went to Norway, it was
awesome. It wasn’t that planned. I
didn’t even book time off work, but,
did it on the two days I had off.
So Tommi and I went to Oslo [Norway],
which like I said, was awesome. And me
and Tommi decided that we had to see
And so this month was the time for
the adventure. Although this was to
be done by myself [because Tommi
couldn’t make it this time]. This time
I went to Italy [Pisa to be exact]. The
reason for this is that I had been
wanting to go there fro some time.
Travelling on my own was a strange
experience, I mean really. There actually
used to be a time where I wouldn’t go up
to London by myself. And here I was, in
a foreign country where I spoke close
to none of the language. At first scary,
but you nkow what being by myself wasn’t
too bad. It gave me time I don’t usually
Like, for instance, I started writing a short
story whilst waiting in the departure lounge
of Gatwick Airport and in the Airport in Pisa.
But I’ve got a feeling that this story won’t
I may get one of those european train tickets.
And by may, I mean to say if the summer
road-trip doesn’t happen. I will.
Next month and the month after that promise
to be interesting in terms of travelling. I say
this now, I need to see the world. Alone if I
have to, but I will see it.
[has photos of Italy and Norway and alot of other
stuff in all honesty]
[the train ticket I mentioned]
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“An octopus has got three
hearts. Three hearts! You
can break its heart and it’ll
still love you twice more”
Just a little note about summer. The
only thing I miss is sitting in a field
on a sunny day with my trainers off.
Over the summer I did this on many
occasions and I’m not sure why but it
just popped into my head.
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