Decided to cycle the world yesterday, also texted a guy called Dario who I’d chatted to midweek about doing photos for. Bummed about online for a bit and then headed off on my bike to Greenwich. Pretty day, I thought. Best go totty spotting. Either that, see, or join thingbox retards in a sauna in Vauxhall but I didn’t think there would be enough beer in the world for that. Cycled down to Canary Wharf and then took the Thames footpath round as much as I could, snapping away en route. Was gorgeous weather, not too many cars about on the footpath. Obviously. So many new developments, must must must buy a flat sometime soon. This is getting silly! I have an ISA now so I’ll save like buggery for a couple of years and everything’ll be fine Foot tunnel was open and both lifts were working, fortunately. Took some pics in it but the ones of me didn’t come out. Took some pics of the remains of the Cutty Sark. Urgh. It looks fucked. Pootled about in Greenwich for a bit, went through the old maritime school thing and ended up in the park. Cycling up that big fucking hill™ isn’t very much fun when you’re 19 stone. Zoomed about the top a bit. Discovered that if you look really carefully you can see our flat from the top. Strapped on my huge zoom lens and took a pic. Slowly headed back down the hill, trying to discover new bits an stuff. Took some pics of a skater fucking about on his board. Headed back to the Thames path and then cycled round the south bank of the river (SOUTH OF THE RIVER! WHAT WAS I THINKING?!). I managed not to get murdered raped or stabbed and arrived back in London town at a sensible time. Biked round the bit near City hall and took more pics and then headed back to Tower Bridge, over the bridge and then to St Katharine’s Dock. Not been back here in ages, I do love it so. Not too much changed which is good. Bought lunchy bits in possibly the gayest Watrose ever. So many boy on boy couples. Disturbing. It’s in Wapping, which is where all the journalists live. Maybe there’s something they’re not telling us? Smiling and happy I skipped* to the dock with a ploughman’s sarny and some OJ — sat on a rock by where I used to eat lunch in the Sourceree days and chilled out a bit. Reached around for my camera to discover a PIGEON HAD SHAT ON IT. £820 worth of pigeon shit covered camera in my hand I seethe back to Waitrose to buy some baby wet wipes and glare at people who get in my way. Gah! I may have to go to St John’s later and have pigeon pie in retaliation. [s[*OK, more like rolled...]s] After wiping the camera off very carefully (and being told by a nice but simple man that I couldn’t sit outside the fire escape, what would happen if there was a fire? I suggested that if there was a fire I might move, but he was having none of it). Back on my bike with my slightly cleaner camera (which I just finished paying for! Yay!) and I head home via the Thames path up to Canary Wharf and then the Limehouse Cut to my flat. No roads Collapsed for a bit and then headed off to meet Dario. Decided to start the shoot in Poplar park, but it was a bit busy so ended up in a corner by a shed out of sight. Was looking for big graffiti but it’d all been painted over apart from the shed. Still, Dario’s amazingly good looking/muscular/has cool tattoos and seemed to be up for any ideas I had regarding pics. So we started in the corner between two sheds and then proceeded to the walkway over Poplar station, which I managed to make look sexy. Or Dario did. One of the two. There were too many people around tho, which was a pain. So we decided to head back to mine and do some indoor shots as well. TJ and him had apparently chatted before, so they said their hellos and I set up stuff to do some portrait style pics. I forgot to use my new backgrounds tho. Bah. Dario headed off at about 10, I watched a bit of voyager and then chatted to Danny a bit online. Apparently he’d not been ignoring me but had b