Image copyright Mark PageI ride past these Gasometers on my bike twice a day as I make my way to and from work, as blokes have no doubt done for the last hundred years or so. I may wear a plastic helmet instead of a flat cap but I bet like many of those working men I set off this morning with a job and returned tonight without one. As I looked up at them Gas towers I felt a connection to those fellas on them old bikes.......
Fucking hell cheer up I got redundancy money. I bet all they got was an old pie or a mouldy clog or something...
8 comments:
Bad luck old bean. At least you've got lots of time for worthless stuff like blogging now.
True. We need to give people stuff to read & comment on..
I likes this picture. Does that mean you got time on your hands now to figure out what photography events we can put on in Manchester?
Sorry about the redundancy by the way. Are you joining Manchester' thriving community of freelance photographers now? Morale is very, very high ...
Thanks Mishka. I'm thinking of quitting photography altogether and becoming a celebrity. I'm going to do it by attending Manchester City Council's Cultural Strategy meetings and getting my cock out.
Hey, that celebrity thing sounds good! Can one do that in other countries as well?!
Sure Stan, I've checked and it works internationally, I'm heading to this years NYPHOTO with it. Can't wait to see Lou Reeds face when confronted with my flacid member.He'll think twice about curating next time.......
Oh, is that the gas meters on Liverpool Street? That's my bike commute too. Grim, isn't it?
Tom,
yes that's them. It is a horrible dirty pot holed road. Although I do like it late at night.
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