The Guns of Tanith

So I spent most of Thursday night, make that all of Thursday night re touching some pics for a girl I shot in July. Yep, I am a photographer in the loosest sense of the word. I have a shit ton of pics to retouch but haven’t got round to any of them at all right now since I seem to have been incredibly busy. On top of all that a flood of bank statements arrived throught the door today that I need to sift through for my tax return. Who said modelling wasn’t glamorous?

Friday night I sat sulking about my monetary situation when my good friend and co star Sasha Cane called me up and asked if I wanted to shoot at her place Saturday morning. Of course I agreed. I love Sasha she’s a great girl to be around and to work with and she always makes me laugh. Whether its pulling funny faces or declaring her love for me in a sickly sweet voice, shooting with her always descends into chaos, but its always such a laugh.

So this morning we shot with the sweetest guy called Frank who was from New York. He was so down to earth and never called me a ‘Brit’ once (I hate being called a Brit, I’m fucking English!!!) and I was very warm and fuzzy when he said he knew where Sheffield was.

Talking of my lovely hometown, I read in the paper yesterday that a lady from Sheffield hired a local rap group to kill her husband. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any classier. I also read that Cat from Red Dwarf attacked his bin men. Sweet. When I’m rich and famous and gonna attack my bin men too.

Im really fucking knackered reading this, I was up arly to get to Sasha’s place and I had a snooze when I got in. I had a really weird vivid nightmare. I have them all the fucking time, its weird. I don’t know anyone else who dreams as vividly as I do, its quite horrifying. And it’s the reason I don’t do mind altering drugs.

Think its gonna be a short one today, until next time.

Tea, Fun, Warm.

x x