I'd like to think I'm on the edge of becoming a ground breaking street photographer, as it only involves intruding on people's privacy and generally making a nuisance of myself (which I am awesome at).
The only issue that has recently come to light, is that taking pictures in an area which is renowned as being Mafia HQ, without first seeking the permission of the residents, might lead to long swims with heavy shoes:
Simon brought round his light tenty thingamyjig. It's nice. It's like having a macro studio that fits into your bag and then pops up when you want to use it.
I forgot to take any pictures of the slow gin bottle and my hip flask, so I'll nick his when he posts them up.
But I did take picures of the origami stars I've been making as part of a £3 secret Santa. They're so compulsive to make:
But we did get to take pictures of Meriel's neclace that she made with this crazy PMC (precious metal clay) stuff - just add heat and it turns into silver. Real silver. We're rich mwahahahahahahahaha!