This beautiful place is our new home. The first weekend of July we are moving into Flat 9 Christchurch Court - at the top at the farthest end away from the tower - we have a sliver of the large stained glass window in the living area, stone arches and exposed beams. It is so tranquil inside, so bright and light, spacious, beautiful - I can't wait!  

New haircut! My long locks were getting really annoying so they've gone! I put a bit of colour through but it's mostly washed out now. I was going to go 'boy-short' but opted for this chin length style instead. So quick to dry! I'm outside a pub in Marylebone (where Stu was delighted to find blonde West End actress/singer Denise Van Outen (who? - exactly!)
 

Perth has the best beaches in the entire world. If anyone tells you otherwise send them this photo - taken at Trigg beach. This picture is my pc's wallpaper and I can often be found staring at it instead of doing work. And I don't think I've yet mentioned how much I love this new photo uploading software! 

This is me in the Black Lion on the Kilburn High Road a few days ago - we took the weekend papers and spent a leisurely few hours reading, sipping and munching on some truly scrumptious 'fat chips'. Diet? What diet?  

The reworking of the revamped website

I have spent a bit of time re-doing the website, took some old stuff down, put some new stuff up. There’s still a few more things I want to redo but it’s just having the time! Have been enjoying photography the past while and have put some snaps up on the site from around the place. Also put up an Arsenal page for Stu with pics in the streets around Highbury from after they won the championship this year – strangers hugging each other, beer raining down, even the policemen on duty managed to raise a smile (see if you can find Stu on the page). Still loads more Madrid pics to put up, will try to get to that this weekend (in between looking for a new job, cleaning the flat, doing the shopping, calling home, looking for a new place to live, finding a dentist and stewarding at the Globe!). Life is never boring.

Me and Thierry (and Beckham)

I hung out with a football legend yesterday morning. Just me and 249,999 other people who watched the Arsenal victory parade through the streets of Highbury and Islington! The streets were a burbling throng of red and white under the warmth of the spring sun (my neck is sunburned!). The singing never stopped in the hour and half we waited for the red double-decker buses to arrive at the Town Hall (repeat the following over and over: da-da-da-da- - Sol’s a goooooooner; We love you Freeeeeddie because you’ve got red hair, we love you Freeeeeddie because you’re everywhere, we love you Freeeddie because you’re Arsenal through and throooooough; Vieeeeera, o-o-oooo, Vieeeeeeeera, o-o-oooo, he comes from Senegal, he plays for Arsenal, Vieraaaaaaaa). And when the bus did arrive...crazy! The players were dancing around and videoing and photographing the people who were dancing around while videoing and photographing them, while the premiership trophy was gleaming in the sunlight held firmly by Manager Arsene Wenger and Captain Patrick Viera. It was quite a spectacle! For photos of the parade click here.

And tonight I'm spending with David Beckham. I am getting through these footballers! Ok, I admit, it's actually just me, Becks, Henry, 35,000 fans and few other world famous footballers at Highbury for Martin Keown's testimonial match! My first trip to Highbury :), my first time watching Henry and the other Arsenal gods playing, and my second time watching Beckham play. Swoon!

Still here...just
It’s been a while, and it’s not through lack of things to say. You could say I’ve been encased in a cocoon of stress and anxiety from which I am slowly struggling to release myself. So many thoughts racing within it’s been too much effort to get them out. It’s not that I haven’t been observing the world around me, I still see things that spark my mind. Observation and fascination with people has helped keep me afloat. Moments of humour, anguish, lunacy have all captured my eye. Like the teenage private school boy sitting at the train station this morning, notes strewn on the seats around him, frantic desperate cramming, furious scribbling across a blue-inked page. My eye was drawn into his open backpack by a flash of orange fur and after a moment or two I realized he had crammed a ‘Basil Brush’ soft toy fox in amongst the debris of his school bag. A lucky charm? A comfort? A boy hunched over a notepad with knitted brow, gripping his fast-moving pen willing the information to enter his memory, with Basil at his feet, imbued with meaning. Bless.