15 September
2012
Saturday
morning and all's well! Not quite what
they used to call out in the streets in days gone by, but close enough for
today really. We have Clark minor with
us for the weekend. He's currently sat
eating toast and jam - my jam - my
blackcurrant jam!!! Good job I don't
mind eh ;-)))
So the
French press snappers have started it all off again. Having finally killing his mum they have now
turned on William's wife. It seems that
some people just don't have any kind of thoughts towards people's privacy, no
matter who they are. Here in the UK we
can legislate against such behaviour but the French just don't seem to care and
let the snappers get away with it. But
actually, the issue is much wider than just the royals privacy.
All too
often here in the UK snappers are being challenged or stopped from taking
photos - but not all snappers. Lift a
mobile phone and take a snap and you'll be OK.
Lift a DSLR or anything that looks at professional and someone somewhere
will complain about it. Cops regularly
still claim anti-terrorism laws to justify their actions, even though they have
been told they don't have such powers.
Parents complain about snappers taking indecent photos of their children
- which just plan daft! Top and bottom
of it is that on public land and rights of way, that is, out on the streets of
the UK, ALL photographers have a right to take whatever photos they want. On private land or privately owned buildings
then they do have a right to stop you taking photos. What they cannot do is demand to that you
delete the images or confiscate your photo gear. Even the cops can't do that! Clipped onto my A350 strap is a lens cleaning
cloth that explains that I am not a terrorist and that I am allowed to take
photos pretty much where I want to on public land. No one has actually stopped me out on the
street yet but we were once stopped by security guards at the Bull Ring in Brum. Jan was with me and showed the manager the
photos of security company me she had taken and that was the end of that.
Sadly I
don't think this issue will be finally sorted until someone goes the whole way
and takes the cops or to court refusing
to accept out of court payments but demanding a judgement against them. But could we depend on them to be honest
about any such incident? The Hillsborough
incident shows that is very unlikely.
Well, I finally
got Web of Hate formatted yesterday
afternoon. Then I got on and got the
cover design sorted and it should now be ready for ordering a proof copy. Hopefully we can get it on the market for the
end of October early November. Now all I
need to do is get with Photo Finish
but I'm at a stop with that again.
Today's
photo is of a spider web which I got when we lived on Atherton ...
I've used
this one for the cover for Web of Hate.
The Rochdale
Sage has spoken ...
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Paddy and
Mick are two Irishmen working at the local sawmill. One day, Mick slips and his arm gets caught
and severed by the big bench saw. Paddy quickly puts the limb in a plastic bag
and rushes it and Mick to the local hospital.
Next day, Paddy goes to the hospital and asks after Mick. The nurse says, "Oh he's out in Rehab exercising".
Paddy couldn't believe it, but there's Mick out the back exercising his now re-attached arm. The very next day he's back at work in the saw mill.
A couple of days go by, and then Mick slips and severs his leg on another bloody big saw.
So Paddy puts the limb in a plastic bag and rushes it and Mick off to Hospital.
Next day he calls in to see him and asks the nurse how he is. The nurse replies, "He's out in the Rehab again exercising".
And sure enough, there's Mick out there doing some serious work on the treadmill. And very soon Mick comes back to work.
But, as usual, within a couple of days he has another accident and severs his head.
Wearily Paddy puts the head in a plastic bag and transports it and Mick to hospital.
Next day he goes in and asks the nurse how Mick is. The nurse breaks down and cries and says, "He's dead."
Paddy is shocked, but not surprised. "I suppose the saw finally did him in."
"No", says the nurse, "Some dopey bastard put his head in a plastic bag and he suffocated.
Next day, Paddy goes to the hospital and asks after Mick. The nurse says, "Oh he's out in Rehab exercising".
Paddy couldn't believe it, but there's Mick out the back exercising his now re-attached arm. The very next day he's back at work in the saw mill.
A couple of days go by, and then Mick slips and severs his leg on another bloody big saw.
So Paddy puts the limb in a plastic bag and rushes it and Mick off to Hospital.
Next day he calls in to see him and asks the nurse how he is. The nurse replies, "He's out in the Rehab again exercising".
And sure enough, there's Mick out there doing some serious work on the treadmill. And very soon Mick comes back to work.
But, as usual, within a couple of days he has another accident and severs his head.
Wearily Paddy puts the head in a plastic bag and transports it and Mick to hospital.
Next day he goes in and asks the nurse how Mick is. The nurse breaks down and cries and says, "He's dead."
Paddy is shocked, but not surprised. "I suppose the saw finally did him in."
"No", says the nurse, "Some dopey bastard put his head in a plastic bag and he suffocated.
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