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Over Freshers’ Week last week I took thousands of photos, mainly of drunken students. A few of the photos however stand out a little more, either because they turned out particularly well or because they are a little more random than average - The photo above is a good example, I’d met this bunch of freshers earlier in the week and they had offered to help me with straighten my hair.

Upon arriving at their flat though I found out there was a catch, although not exactly a big one - They wanted me to take a photo of them with their  6th housemate who never came out with them; Henry the Hoover. Naturally I obliged, especially after they told me how they had been cutting and pasting images of him over random people who jumped into photos I had taken of them.

Last night was the first Score! of the year and whilst these guys probably didn’t Score from the looks of things a lot of other people certainly did.

As ever the photos are up in the galleries and I’d just like to take a moment to say that although I look wasted in the photos I am sober (and to the people that were asking, yes that is my real hair).

The photos are also up on Facebook again to help you track down just who that random person who jumped into your photo was: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

Photoshop is a very useful tool, indeed any program for photo editing is useful, but they always have more filters than you know what to do with, for every unsharp mask there are 5 artistic filters that usually produce dubious results (at least in my hands as you can see above).

I’ve been growing my hair for the past 6 months since I had it all shaved off after having a rainbow in my hair and it has now reached the point where it’s longer than I normally have it and crying out to be cut off. However I am trying to make an effort to grow my hair longer, just to see what my hair looks like when it’s long, I would say I am curious to know what I look like with longer hair, but I know that already from all the wigs I have worn in the past.

I didn’t think to get a before picture, but thanks to how my hair went after the first stage of the process I did think to get a during and after photo, which shows that once I’d started I didn’t have any other option than to keep going, after all it is all to plain to see I don’t look good as a ginger!

Mind you I did find a way to make myself look even worse than a ginger, infact by merely brushing my hair I was able to make people forget about the colour and distract them with my apparent resemblance to a certain mid-twentieth century Austrian who aimed high and missed, hitting his head instead.

Now I know the risks of bleaching hair like mine, I’ve done it before and the colour it went initially was slightly orangey, but not on this kind of scale. Believe it or not that is my hair after 80 minutes of putting the bleach in, but as if going ginger wasn’t bad enough I somehow managed to not apply it evenly and left myself with a variety of hair colours from bleached blond to black, which depending on how I brushed my hair were more or less observable.

Once I turned ginger I faced a couple of choices about what to do with my hair and the simplest option was to break out the hair clippers and go for the classic number 0 and go from looking like a ginger Hitler to just a regular neo-Nazi thug or gamble with the hair dye which I belated noticed had a recommendation on it for people who wanted to put it on hair they had bleached, which was best summed up as “DON’T! But if you must phone us first for advice.”

It being a Sunday afternoon and me not wanting to wait another day as a ginger before getting the all clear on how to dye my hair I went for broke, knowing if all else failed I had the clippers. It’s great being a man, if you fuck up you hair you can just shave it off and being a cross dresser I have the added bonus, that even if I did shave my head and didn’t want to go about unshorn I could just wear one of my wigs - I wonder what would get more comments in work, my having ginger hair or me wearing a woman’s wig? That I feel is an experiment for another day…

As I mentioned yesterday I wasn’t planning on being Camera Dave last night and I kind of managed it, as I only took about 100 photos instead of my usual 400 or so.

My first mistake was getting a camera out to take a photo of some friends as once people saw me with a camera they quickly did the maths and came up with Dave + Camera = Camera Dave. It has to be said though that my new camera doesn’t seem to be anywhere near as good as my Fuji judging by the photos from last night.

It seemed to have a real problem focusing and gave a lot of people red eye which my Fuji rarely does (in fact the Fuji is so good at avoiding that I have never even bothered with teh red eye reduction setting). Further evidence of how bad the camera is is presented above, as you can see the camera made me look hideous!

It may not look like it, but normally when I am at Glamorgan Uni I am working. Tonight however I am not going to be Camera Dave, I am just going to be Dave for the first time ever at Glamorgan - I don’t feel too naked though, as although I am heading out without my Fuji S5000 at my side, I have a new toy to play with as I decided to treat myself to a new camera this week.