Slideshow

I am so very excited by the prospect of sharing all the boring, grubby-lensed, low grade photos in my phone with the world. I've already spent half an hour texting pictures that could loosely be collated under the heading 'Public Transport (Pissed)' to my email, then to flickr to blog (I think I am supposed to be able to just send them straight to here, but so far no joy).

So, expect a steady stream of uninteresting photographs over the next few days. It will be just like those stifling summer days when you and your bare legs were buckled into the molten plastic passenger seat of your parents' Maxi, and driven over to Uncle Harold's to sit in a curtained room, ploughing through endless slides of him and a calamine smeared, ruddy-armed Auntie Carole looking slightly uncomfortable in seventies towelling holidaywear in a selection of clammy, mosquito-ridden tourist trap hell-holes in Crete. But without the detailed descriptions of the stomach mishaps that followed a frozen swordfish steak and a few shots of grappa. Or the havoc that was wrecked with Uncle Harold's nobby stiles when a pushy foreigner called Stelios forced him to ride a straw-hatted donkey.