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I can’t drive so it can’t have been for me and despite being parked outside my friend’s house it wasn’t for any of them - I can’t help but think that maybe it was less of a gift and more of an unwelcome surprise for someone.

…For a week at least, luckily however Wales isn’t another country as I can’t find my passport at the moment.

I would say I am taking a holiday, as I do have a week off of work whilst I am there, but I will still be working. That is if you consider taking photos of drunk students work. I said last year that was going to be my last Freshers’ and I was wrong, so I won’t say that this year will be my last Freshers’ Week - Merely that it’s the 10th I will have attended.

The above picture is about the limit of my skill with a pen or pencil and shows why I stick to using a camera when doing portraits. I might only be an average photographer, but I am certainly a sub-par illustrator.

Who knows what the week has in store? I don’t. Sure, I know that 37.5 hours of mindless boredom will ensue at work, but that only accounts for just over a fifth of my week and as usual I probably won’t get enough sleep. That still leaves a lot of my week unaccounted for and yet by the end of the week I somehow won’t have had time to get everything done that I needed to accomplish.

It’s kind of like the films above, I know that they all date from several years ago and I suspect some were taken when i was still using a film camera in the bar at university, but I have n real idea what is on them.  I rediscovered them today whilst reorganising things and now that they have come to light I really should get them developed.

Annoyingingly thogh my funds are limited at the moment, so whilst I have exposed the film to the light of day some of it is going to have to remain undeveloped a little longer. That said I will see what I can get developed this week just to see what photos I have taken and yet never seen.

I also found some unused film as well, so I reckon that makes it time to break my film cameras out of storage and see I can still use them with my eyes closed - Obviously though when I say with my eyes closed, I am speaking metaphorically. Taken photos with your eyes closed does limit the results your likely to get after all.

The graffitti itself isn’t really that offensive really. The most impolite thing about it really, is the fact it’s on the wall of someones private property.

Recently I have been trying to go against the natural order of things and go about upon two wheels rather than two legs and the non-existent powers that be have been showing their displeasure by blessing me with punctures, brakes not working and most recently causing me to lose the keys to my bike - Of course I didn’t lose my keys when the lock wasn’t in use, that would have been too easy. I had to misplace them after I had locked my bike up.

How I lost the keys I don’t know, they wer in my pocket attached to my other keys and when I pulled my key ring out of my pocket the bike lock keys were missing. I say keys not because I am particularly security concious and use multiple locks, but because I had two keys for the lock and rather cleverly had neglected to remove the duplicate key from my keyring to store safely somewhere else for just such an occasion as I found myself “celebrating” today.

Luckily for me I was able to buy a replacement key for the lock - Although when I say key, I actually mean a hacksaw!

Even more fortuitous for me is the fact that my bike wasn’t locked up on the street. After all, attacking a bike lock with a hacksaw is hardly the least suspicious of activities to be engaged in and I’d love to see what face a policeman might pull when you try the following conversation occurs:

PC: Allo, allo, allo. What do we ‘av ‘ere then?*
Me: What does it look like? A man with a hacksaw cutting through a bike lock.
PC: Indeed it does rather look like that and why might you be doing this?
Me: Because I don’t happen to have the keys for the lock, that’s why!
PC: Is that so? And this bike, does it belong to you, sir?
Me: Nope, it’s my housemates.
PC: Really, perhaps you’d like to come with me?
Me: Only if you give me a lift home, after I ain’t cycling anywhere with the bike chained up like this.

Believe me, if someone had stopped me to ask me questions about what I was doing it’s highly likely I’d have given answers like this - To say I was not in the best of moods whilst liberating the bike is an understatement.

*Because of course, all policemen speak like this.