Yesterday I was in Dublin.








So the honeymoon period with flying is over. I’d rather clean public lavatories with out marigolds, than fly commercially. I mean its so typical that Diamond’s little pop around (below), was having a service. Always the way, I’m sure he does in on purpose.





Regardless of this little set back, what does my head in is the security, shoes off, belt off, Jacket off, you may as well, not bother puttting any clothes, until you enter the departure lounge. Also don’t ask about the brainless robot, who nearly lost my watch. I mean I didn’t make a scene, but….





Now a much as i’m Bitchin about flying, airports, are another thing. I have a particular enjoyment of long airport corridors, everyone flying along, they are full of mixed emotion, anticipation & Frustration.


So without forgetting the reason, I inceased my Carbon foot print, for the evening, was to go to Mums birthday.





What a great eveing, lots of family, friends & Drink. To think this time last year, Mum was having a Lung removed.

Rock On Mum, Love you Lots.X

Now to many this is a double edged sword, the ‘Sirens’, i’m refering to, do not eminate from a white car with blue flashing lights, Oh no, I talking about the The Sirens.


For many thousends of years they have provide Seamen, with great heroic adventures of escape & death (mainly death), and once more I can reveal, that they are still out there, haunting souls with their song. It has been a tuff, in fact remarkable couple of days. I can bearly believe that I have live to tell the tale of meeting such Temptresses.


I was confronted by these beasts while scratching my way home, after a night of true adventure, just like Odyessys himself.





I heard this amazing sweet sound drifting along the pavement ( I was not in the Gutter, Contry to many versions of this tale!), and captivated I had to follow, until i rounded the corner, and Bosh, there were Peisinoe, Aglaope, and Thelxiepeia.


Their peircing eyes stopped me in my tracks, the vision of otherworldlyness, stunned evry sense in my body, and reduced me to my knees.


I could see that all around were in a zombie like state, and I fought, i felt my Soul being pulled from my body, i mean I’ve got soul, BUT I’m not a soilder!





As I reached for my phone, i grabbed this final shot, as you can see Thelxiepeia, is cleverly discuised as a fish belt! But to tell you what happend next, well I would if I could, but then it would sound too fishy. All i know is that i made it home yesterday, and have had no major sideaffects…………………………. YET!

Diamond Rodgers Lives to Tell Another Tale.
XXX

So while your all thinking about how to do your hair tonight, i’d like to give you a little reality check, come crashing down with me.
Many years ago, i met this chap called John D, in fact it was shooting the Alturnituve Miss World.
Alternative Miss World

There are many photographers out there, and many are insecure twats, who are no fun. I’m not going to go into it, but when you meet someone nice, you tend to stay in touch, as with John D.


So form AMW to Afghanistan, John D is now a full time war reporter. For his passion, just after the photo below was taken, he was blown to bits, but after many months, he was fixed up. He now is back out there, doing work for the Guardian. Totally fucking Mental, but someone has to do it.


John D’s Site (pic copyright John D Mc Hugh).

Now I wouldn’t normally blog this, but a recent piece called ‘Lost in Translation’, is a totally amazing piece of reporting. You must check it out!!!


Lost In Translation - When the US 173rd Airborne’s Charlie Company try to speak to a Pashtun elder, the gulf is so great even the interpreters have given up interpreting. John D McHugh reports, with Teresa Smith and Alex Rees.

by
Morgan O’Donovan.x

Yesterday, I left London with Billa (My partner in crime) & Jodie Harsh, to go to Barcelona. To attend the Launch of Urban Junkies- Barcelona Branch.






And now I’m in Tynemouyh, North Shields, Newcastle, on a Stag Do.





There is so much to write on, like - Never try to leave Barcelona when there is a Taxi Strike!

You have to, at least once in your life, go to South Parade, Whitley Bay. There is nothing like it!

Below is the lovley Park Hotel, our Hotel, full of other stag parties -

Nasty Nasty.

But as everone in Drinking Beer and playing silly golf, i think I’m going to join them.

M.x

Basically……….

What started as a faily quite evening, turned into a total fucking mash up. I would basically blame Jon at On the Rocks (in the white suit with the two girls) , too many JDs, leads to disaster.



As we scratched around, from pub to club, via some random house party, then a building site, which had a 40′ high mountain of rubble, we decide to climb.

Now not in sports atire this is a fool hardy act. As we crawled up this mountain, it all crumbled beneath us, but we continued, fueled by a cocktail of stupidity and bravado. Well I can report that we made it and then promptly fell off. So in urgent need of getting back to the Safty of home, we scaled the fence and ran, Untill…………..



I bumped into Dallis, who owns the 1000000mph gallery, and was having a party, fuck, is there no end to the disco machine. As I thought then, shit would be rude not too, so we went in. There were some of the Prime lossers there, so i felt quite at home, until i saw Billa, another local photographer. A bit good actually, and then in a swirl of Brain power, involving ‘this town aint big enough for the two of us’ thought, i tried to kill him.



Quietly confident, after killing off the compition, i decided to take a piss, where upon i met a Diplodocus.



I couldn’t believe it, on and on he went, Blah Blah, Billa Blah, He’s OK, Blah You, the world is big enough for the two of you etc etc. I thought fucking cheek, who’s the Exticnt one round here? I then promptly fell in a bath of Beer.



It was at this point, i think the wheels fell off, and as the chill hit me, and the beer bumped me, i really felt a……….



M O’D.xxx