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[it all started with a newspaper | part one]

My life at the moment and pretty much every
major thing that has happened in my life in recent
years is the result of my popping into my sisters
office and some unknown reason reading the
newspaper in 2005.

Now, back then this was pretty much an unknown thing,
me randonly popping into my sisters for one and reading
a newspaper for the other. Anyways whilst looking through
this paper I saw a job advertisement for a photogrpaher.

Now, although the job was based in Maidstone,
the interview was in Bromley. I had never been
to Bromley before so getting there was a bit of a
hassle [three very specific trains, on specific
routes, a lot more awkward than the route I later
figured out].

So I went for the interview and pretty knew there was no way I
was getting the job, they wanted somebody who was available
all the time and I was still at college. Ah well, but looking back
I do wonder how things would have been if I had got that job.

But anyway, I digress, upon leaving the interview
I had decided to have a walk around Bromley, seeing
as it was new and during my walk I happened upon
the Market Square branch of Jessops [a popular
photographic retailer] and thought that it would
do no harm to hand in a C.V to the shop.

This would turn out to be one of those of handed decisions that
would affect my whole life because, as it goes, I got an interview
.

Which I failed.

And to be honest I was kind of glad, it took two hours to get to
work and the journey seemed long and arduous to tell you the
truth. I really wasn’t up to it, every day.

Although a job at Jessops would have been much
better [and interesting that working at Mothercare]
and would have helped me as well seeming that at
the time I was studying Photography at college so
the money off things would have been awesome.

It was then that I was told that my C.V had been forwarded to the
other branch of Jessops that was based in Bromley, only this one
was inside the Glades  a shopping centre that I had missed upon
my first visit to the town [just so’s you know Jessops has shops
all over the country and that interview went as such,

Nash – “So you’re Richard then”
Me – “Yes”
Nash – “So what’s your shirt size then?”

One of the shortest interviews on record I am sure [about as sure
as I am that these things are rarely recorded]. So I left Mothercare
and started to work for Jessops and thats when things got
interesting.



A photo of me just after I started at Jessops, I would have
been about 18 or so years old.

I’ll continue this story from time to time, writing it all in one go was
quite daunting. So make do with just this bit at the moment, which
to be honest you should have figured from the title of the post.

Hopefully this will be the start of me using my blog again
and hopefully that’ll mean using Flickr, Tumblr, twitter
and all the other sites I’ve been ignoring.

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[because you give me options]

Ok, so it has been a while since my last post that
firstly celebrated the one year anniversary of this
blog and mentioned the birth of my new photo
blog [http://richardanthonymorris.wordpress.com].

Just so’s you know. This is a huge blog post compared
to my previous posts.

So for that reason It has been separated into two parts
the first part discusses my love for old books from the
countries and places I visit and what rules I have when
I am searching for an old book.

The second part discusses the options that have come
about as of late and what of these options I have available
to me [which is basically where the title of the post comes
from, it also comes partly from a Bloc Party lyric].

Because as first I wasn’t even going to mention the
book and so on. If you hadn’t guessed this little warning
was written after I had finished writing it all. I thought
it fair to warn.

So yeah, Part One:

Ireland was fun and I was able to get a book from
there too. For those who don’t know what it is I’m
on about. It is my way of a souvenir from any foreign
country [or principality] that I visit to get an old
book. But it can’t just be any old book. There are
rules, and these are;

Hardback
More than sixty years old

Annotated by somebody
Inscribed to somebody

Include a bookmark of some sorts
In the language of the country

A book must definitely fall into the first two rules
and has to abide by at least one of the second set
of rules but doesn’t necessarily have to abide by
the last two. Although the last rule is preferable.

It may seem like a ridiculously specific set of rules
to go with. But hey, they work and I managed to
get one from all but three of the foriegn countries I
have been to, there were reasons;

Barbados: I was about Fifteen and had a book with
me and the fact I had no spending money of my
own meant that I had no reason or ability to buy
a book. Also it was way before I started doing it

Spain: Again, this was way before I was actually
collecting old books from other countries. So I
just had fun instead.

Italy: This was actually after I had starting
collecting and acquiring old books. But I was
only there on a Saturday and a Sunday. And
most of my exploring occurred on the Sunday,
where most of the shops were closed.

But in Ireland I did manage to get an old book
for my collection as I mentioned before. The
book is:

The Complete Concordance to Shakespeare
By Mrs Cowden Clarke

And as I also mentioned it follows certain rules:

Hardback [The book is Hardback although not in the best condition]
More than sixty years old [An inscription on the inside reads the date ’11th March 1864]

Annotated by somebody [A student has made notes in pencil throughout]
Inscribed to somebody [Yes, that’s how I know how old it is ‘at least’]

Include a bookmark of some sorts [The student included portraits of the authoress as part of his/her work]
In the language of the country [It’s in English which is the current language of Ireland]

So yeah I like old books, and now we move on to part two of
this post and the actually reason why it has the title that it
does.’Because you give me options’ has nothing to do with old
books and travelling.

Right as has been mentioned in this blog beforehand I am
currently unemployed wistfully wasting my days with
little adventures like getting drunk and reading. Obviously
not at the same time.Although that isn’t impossible. And
it has now come to point where I have about three or four
options in front of me [see, that’s where the title comes from]
and I’m at the point where all are possible. A sort of multi-
faceted fork in the road. I could:

Move to Bangor in Wales with my good friend Tabitha. And
have a job there pretty much waiting for me. Which will allow me
to pay rent and live comfortably. Although Wales is a nine hour
coach ride or five hour drive away from most of my friends.
Although this doesn’t bother me. I don’t think I’ll be getting many
visits.

Work as a cruise ship photographer. I recently received an
email inviting me to an open group interview. Now working
on a cruise ship would mean that I would be off land for 6-8
months at a time. Again this would be taking my away from
the known as it were. But as with moving to Wales it would
be something different.

Getting a job as a Canon representative. Which would
basically mean that I would be going from shop to shop and
demonstrating different Canon equipment to customers. A
job I feel I would find extremely easy. I have been given the
phone number by the current representative who is resigning.
All I have to do is call and I would get an interview at least.
Now this is where this option break of into two different parts
of it’s own. With this job, would bring money. Wherein, I could
either stay living at home with my mum and my little brother
or I could use the money and move into a housee with my friends
Steve and Mark in Bromley, which would aslo be pretty cool.

Do nothing, and see what else life throws this way. To be
honest this isn’t even being considered as an option. It’s a stupid
idea.To be totally honest the most appealing one of these options
is the moving to Bangor in Wales option. Hence why I mentioned
it first.

You see, I don’t post for a week and then bam, And I’ve
over 1000 wordsworth to say [oh and I just made the word
wordsworth up, I kinda like it].

[remember the awesome times] [3]

Yeah, that’s right, another one photo blog.
I stumbled across this photo and realised
that there are actually a few photographs
that I seem to take from one computer
to another.

Basically I was in the pub with my friend Holly.
And armed with polaroids, notepads and
camera phones. And managed to create a
great array of photographs. =]

Gotta love camera phones.

[today] [06|08|2008]

[today i haven’t slept]

[today I will sleep on the bus]

[today I will have to go past there]

[today I have to go back there]

[today I will party]

[today I will drink]

[today won’t end for a while]

[today will end strangely]

[today, I have a choice]

[today, the d[evil] and g[o]od are
raging inside of me]

[so here we are again]

[placing a lid on the past]

In life you find that there are times
that in retrospect everything suddenly
becomes clear to you. You look back
and realise that you were blind to
that one piece of the puzzle that
eluded you whilst being right there
in your face the whole time.

And then, you have times like this
where the situation is so clear it
hurts. Something big is going to
happen, but I’m not sure what.
I do have reasons for this, it’s
not random precognition, the
signs are all about.

Now over the past months my mind
was still set back in Bromley, and
although I have more than a slight
distaste for the place. It was the catylyst
for some of the major events of my
life in recent years.

It’s where I got my first photography
related job [Jessops]. It’s also where
I met people that had a massive and
profound impact on my life. But, I have
realised that for some reason things are
slowly disappearing from the Bromley
way.

The apologies I’ve received from my
exes and also the fact that one of my best
friends [that I met in Bromley if you hadn’t
figured the connection] is moving out
of London.

It seems like the past is being placed
behind me and ushering something
new.

[MESSAGE TO RICK: NO WORRYS BABE,
I WILL STAY IN TOUCH. DON’T YOU
WORRY BOUT THAT BITCH, LOL XX]