My Defective Ear
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A 366-day pursuit in personal portraiture, presented by nige.
The challenge: to photograph, and post to this moblog, a portrait shot of myself, every single day, over the next year. Apparently, it's much harder than it sounds...
Perhaps more challenging: that i don't enjoy seeing my phizog in a photo at the best of times, and knowing that i'm probably going to annoy the hell out of the moblog community in doing this. So, sincere apologies in advance for this undertaking, but i just can't help myself. I promise to try and be creative, so you won't have to look at my mug every day.
Anyone interested in joining me? I think i'm probably going to need the company...
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i'm forever strapping up these days, now i have the bike.
I was born in East London, but when i was just 10 months old, my father took a job in a new town, 50 miles to the North of the capital. The town was Milton Keynes, and the estate we moved to was called Netherfield.
Netherfield was just one of a handful of completed estates at the time, and the houses were unique, in that they were prefab units, built quickly, to house the workers that were helping to turn Milton Keynes into a city. We lived in one of these prefab townhouses until i was 7 years old, and i have good memories of the time i spent there. Flying kites on the hill with my dad, riding my chopper pushbike on christmas day, and knocking for my best mate, denver, on the way to school. It was very different back then.
25 years after moving on, i occasionally return to the area, and i'm always amazed by just how much the estate has decayed. The memories are still there, however, and i'm grateful for that, along with the very good halal chicken & kebab shop that seems to have thrived amidst the changes.
This is me, outside the shop, in my Netherfield. Definitely not from a Jane Austen novel.
all the years i've lived in Milton Keynes, Bletchley Park has been no more than 15 minutes away from me, and i still haven't visited.
i probably won't bother. there's a perfectly good park just across the road. and it has a roundabout.
