Having returned to Chambers, I removed my anger from where the sun don't shine and put it on as a hat. A floppy hat with a big brim.

Song: "Born to Lose"
Artists: Leonard Cohen and Elton John
Album: Elton John "Duets"

I'll apologise now.
Sorry if things go a little (more than usual) self pitying from here on in. But as ...most... regular visitors will already appreciate, that is what this blog is all about. It keeps things balanced for me, it vents my thought stream of crap that otherwise would send me spiralling downward again. And it also saves my friends from having to listen to me moaning on.
Its my blog and i'll write what I want to. If you don' like it, well then, tough. Go read someone else's blog.
[grabs security blanket and dummy]

If you're sitting comfortably, then we'll crack on.

[clears throat] ahem.
I'm so god damn sick of being the schmuck who loses the job.
There have been, over the years, occasions where it was quite rightly deserved, I have been a bit arsey towards authority figures/management once or twice in the past for example. But this time was actually not like that. I was polite, patient and kept my opinions to myself, probably for the longest period of time and under the most extreme circumstances (javan is a proper constant drama queen) I have found myself in. I did the job. And I did it well.
Its just not fair I tell you.
[cuddles blanket and sucks on dummy]
;)

Fuckstick he is. He isn't even a particularly good photographer. I have spent the last three months, being the guy who touched up his under exposed snaps, removing the dust specs and turning his studio shots into something worth presenting to whichever gulible client he was fleecing whilst trying to placate the often miserable other clients. Considering he has 30 years of experience, he rarely has any idea of what he's talking about and is incapable of creating anything but cliche'd, pedestrian mediocrity. He was all proud the other day with some shots of a naked 24 exotic dancer from a club in leeds. They were rather nice, true, but seriously...how difficult is it to get good photos of a naked 24 year exoctic dancer after two hours alone with her?
But unless you tell him he's the best photographer in the country (which without post modern irony he actually believes) and blow smoke up his ass like some sychophantic schmo, he's not interested in cerebral opinions from the talent around him that would help develop a project.
His loss.

Time for me to get the monkey working for me now.
I have an outline plan. Which is workable, even do-able. Just a few things need sorting and putting in place.

That is all for now.
But i'm still wearing my hat, and i'm more than likely not finished moaning just yet.