Oh god, there's another six hours till Slumb Party are on. Not sure my beer money's gonna last.

Twitter will no longer automatically post my tweets to facebook and I cannot decide which one is more deserving of my brain-farts.

Going to try and tweet more. Good news for fans of weather, thoughts about my hair and casual despair

I'm on the Red Arrow but it's yellow. I don't know what to believe anymore.

Mother just asked if I had an emergency contact. Is that her way of checking whether I'm still single?

Remember when bus stations had toilets

Just leave your lenses lying around here or there, Indiehorse. That's fine, they're not worth hundreds of pounds

I have these unreleastic expectations that if I keep going to queer events I'll meet cute queer guys. Pull yourself together, Indiehorse

Promised myself I wouldn't spend all day editting photos and do some of the other stuff I needed to do. Failed.

I am v excited about photographing Garbage tonight.

Not sure if anyone that follows me here doesn't follow me on instagram but you should follow me on there really (same handle). I'm much better at photos than words.

Did I mention I shot Garbage on Tuesday?

I have spent much of the day trying to get my three 1TB external HDs into some kind of order so I can actually find what I need to. It is not going well.

Dean Jackson off the local radio said hi to me at Rough Trade. Now I know I've made it

Punk revival, indie revival, toast revival, socks revival, ears revival

My least favourite organ is my bladder. Hbu?

Securing a good photo spot while I could be outside having a smoke. The things I sacrifice.

Love it when it's dark by 4pm (hate it)

HRH John Grant at Rock City this evening #gigphotography #musicphotography @ ROCK CITY instagram.com/p/BthWliugwXe/…

Guys growing their hair out during lockdown: hott. Guys taking to d.i.y. hair cuts during lockdown: hott.