The Demon ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It was a hot afternoon, the last day of June, and the sun was a demon .. "

At 13 years old I'm not quite sure I knew what was going on in Bobby Goldsboro's gorgeous 1973 hit 'Summer (The first time)' - at that age the only thing I'd ever been seduced by was the Kodak Instamatic - but I can certainly relate to his comments about today's excessive heatwave. "One ten in the shade .." sings Bobby and, after a quick click on a conversion website, I can tell you it's almost exactly that .. 42.9 degrees centigrade actually .. in our back garden this afternoon. I'll bet the sweat's "trickling down" the front of quite a few gowns today, but surely there can't be many people planning a night of steamy passion in this weather? Maybe there are. Perhaps it's an age thing again .. !

 Ps: Feeling the heat in Manchester. I used to cross this square almost every day when I went to the offices of the Manchester Evening News. It's all been built on now, the sun-worshippers have to look elsewhere. One of my Olympus XA shots from the 1980s.

 

 

 

 

It's an age thing ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

Funny to think Rod Stewart will be playing Glastonbury today. I mean, who the hell wants to see an 80 year old geezer up on stage, reeling out his 'hits' for an audience one quarter his age? And then I have to come clean. Last weekend I skipped over to Manchester to see one of my all-time favourites, good ol' Charlie Harper from punk band UK Subs. At 81 he's even older than Rod but, oh boy, you wouldn't know it. Beer in hand, he belts out songs that first saw the light of day when I was 18, way back in the 1970s. (And if that's what punk and alcohol do for you, then I'm glad I signed up early!) It's just a matter of taste, isn't it? I wouldn't dream of standing in a crowd of 100,000 to watch a screen showing an old fart a quarter of a mile away, but stick me in front of Charlie in a small venue of a couple of hundred punters and I'm in heaven ..

I genuinely dropped upon this photograph this morning, a picture I did of Rod at Manchester City's old Maine Road ground back in the .. 90s? (I'm compiling a set of images for a talk I'm giving next Saturday and there he was, along with a bevy of other 'famous' people in a folder I named 'Slebs'!) I'd forgotten I'd taken it, much as I forget a lot of things these days. It's an age thing ..

Ps: My informal talk 'A life in Press Photography' will take place at GALERIE 16 in Chef-Boutonne at 11 on Saturday. Please come along, if you can remember ..

Blowing my own ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's been three months since I last wrote a blog, and I can only apologise to those of you who have been waiting patiently for a new post. (Anyone?) I'd like to say this hiatus was because I was paddling up the Amazon or zoning out on a Tibetan hill-top retreat, but the boring fact is I changed computers and couldn't work out how to log onto the site again ..

Having sorted it, I was amazed when I got back online. Instead of having to dust down my page or brush away the digital cobwebs, I find my blog has been doing quite nicely in my absence. Very nicely indeed, I have to say.  In fact, in the past week alone it has had over 9,000 hits (Four thousand of them from Brazil astonishingly, and another thousand from Vietnam .. !!) How delightful! Thank you very much. Obrigado. Cảm ơn ..

Now, the question is, do I fill you in on what's happened since March or just skip lightly along and start again from today? I think I'll just move on .. you won't want to hear about my book sales or my upcoming photography talk or an email that came in just this week thanking me for my "amazing work documenting Eccles". Oh yes, it may have been three months, but I'm as keen as ever to blow my own  ..