Went to the station today to meet Jon for a quick stopover pint. Train was delayed, presumably because of the slightly overcast weather. Was good to have a talk when we weren't both out of our trees as is usually the case. Also met this guy, Dave, who works for Rush Agency and knows how to use a splash of colour.
Managed to get both cameras working again very easily. They both seemed to just work again of their own accord and I'm positive I checked every possibility and they were definitley not working. What an idiot. Saw this old Polo on my way home today too. First car I was ever in. Dad had a nearly new one more than 23 years ago the same colour. Takes me back...
Finally managed to shoot the Bath Buildings demolition site today after the debacle of the other night's wasted nocturnal visit. Walked around it a few times trying to find the damn site office and eventually found it where it was, predictably, the same old story with access. "No way you're coming in mate, it's not worth my job." And I didn't have a hard-hat, steel toe boots or high-visibility tabard. So I dejectedly walked off but thought I'd try the stone-mason's round the corner to see if I could borrow some gear having met one guy in there once. Fuck it, it was worth a shot. And Paul the stone-mason treated me to the whole lot. So I crammed my size 11's into his size 9's and crunched back round to the site entrance in my hat and tabard. One of the guys walked round with me as I still wasn't supposed to be there but I guess he was surprised that I'd managed to conjure up all the gear in a few minutes. There was still evidence of the artist's who'd used it before, art amongst the rubble. Glad I managed to get some shots before it all goes.
So the big ol' building near Bath Buildings is finally meeting its maker. Went to get some shots of its now torn ribcage but was intimidated off the premises by some geezer who seemed to be spending his night chilling on a demolition site. Tramped about for a bit in the rain and then went home. What a pisser. Gonna have to try and revisit before its totally reduced. Speaking of totally reduced, well done the boys who finished of a bottle of Absinthe and who were absolutely shitted last night. Notice the munted Frenchman in the front row.
Opening night of Clockwork in Stokes Croft. Awesome night, live bands and choice tunes. Was a bit of a scrum to get in but well worth it in the end. Took an old Olympus I've had for years and and old hammerhead flash. Didn't think half the shots would come out in the wash but it seems that film has a pretty damn high tolerance. Hopefully many more nights at this excellent club will follow.