Where’s my chuffin’ camera?
(warning: dull rant ahead)
Any of you who yawned through my extra-dull ‘what camera shall I buy’ marathon muse will recall that I finally settled on a Minolta A2 which performed admirably until its focusing went all jazz-funk on me.
So I took it back and ordered a super-swish Nikon D70 – my first SLR camera for 20 years!
Or rather it would be if Nikon would get off their arses and produce one for me.
It’s now been 6 weeks and rising on the waiting list. I want my camera! Now!
(cue: sounds of feet stamping and toys being thrown out of pram)
And while I’m in a ranting mood, here’s another thing that winds me up: publicly slobbering, fawning couples.
Right now, I’m trying to enjoy a coffee and brie roll in the Photographers Gallery but facing me is two of the wettest couples I’ve ever seen, all kissy, simpering, doe eyed and lovey-dovey.
Stop it. Fuck off. This is a place for eating food not each other’s faces.
The bastards.
(guess whose girlfriend is away for the weekend!)
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