What lurks beneath.

Taken in the admirably North Sea-focused Alesund Aquarium where, instead of the usual tiny sharks and tropical celebrities, they have mainly cod and plaice on display, because that's the kind of fish you need to know about if you live there. That's Norse efficiency for you not so much puritan, as practical.

The fish?

I dunno, some kind of deep sea bastard fish I reckon. Looks like a cross between the
Coelacanth and Alien.

The master bathed in God's Holy Light.

The Chef from Maki who cooked the most delicious spread of fish

I ate this, otherwise it would have eaten me.

The proper chopper.

Another fucking sunset.

Bleeding Rust.

Post Card

Runde Island is clean, neat and sweet, but still feels real, not like the Cotswolds, now so manicured and expensive, you can't afford to live there if you work there.

Big sky country and big sea water.

From Norway

Runde Island, see sea bird central.

The Death of Total Request Live...

Here is a link to an article about the demise of
mtv's flagship "music" show , which I was interviewed for on account of working on its precursor, the slipshod and fun if unimaginatively-titled, "mtv live". As the crotchety quotes they use imply, not an especially sad day for me.

People often ask me what the best thing about working with Carson Daly was, and it's an easy one to answer: it was the sex.

Halong Bay from home.

Here's what my camera saw as we were chasing the magical light at the floating village in the extraordinary Halong Bay in Vietnam.

Halong Bay - the orange that pre-empted the pink.

The knights of the road.

Hanoi has famously mental traffic, operating on a more intuitive flow [chi?] principle more than the western concept of stop and go. Still it's fucking terrifying, even when you understand that the key is simply to "go with the flow".

Because people spend a lot of their life on two wheels in Hanoi, it is one of those places where you feel the city on the move - their mass transit system being a never-stopping river of scooters.



Also the gear people wear on their bikes is subject as much to fashion as practicality.



I was also struck by how much the folk on their scooters and step-throughs looked like medieval knights as they fought their way through the other riders on their mounts.

Most fortuitous.

I have been remiss

and have left the updating of this later than seems polite, apologies if you [and we both know it is only you], felt you'd been kept waiting.

So what to do?

Well today it's been nothing, and I feel I have so little to provide. Having been lurking on the so-called"internet" and frankly pillaging blogs for their music, especially this brilliant one:

http://cicodelico-obscure-grooves.blogspot.com


I feel I should give something back to the out there.


A picture?

A soup recipe?

So here's two pictures from Rachel Blackman's powerful performance in her one woman show "The Art of Catastrophe" where you can see just how far she lets herself go inside and out in the context of a relatively short performance.

God's Fireworks.

From Sea of Ice and Fire.

When sitting at this desk my back is to the sun as it sets. I try to leave the door open as much I can, so I can hear and feel the outside, even whilst working. This afternoon, I had the sense I should go down to the sea and this is what I was rewarded by.

It took a while to get it. Sunsets are such a photographic cliche, usually the best thing to do, is sit down and enjoy them.

Could I?

Obviously not. When the option of having such exciting and vivid colours to play with was there.

Plus I had to let the freezing sea water wash around me up to the knees to get the reflective picture I wanted.

I had to give to get what I got and right or wrongerly I like the pictures better because they weren't easy.