December 15th, 2017

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

There is an undeniable air of negative gloom hanging over the U.K at the moment and it shows no signs of abating. The writing is on the wall and its screaming “Run!”. It is indeed the shadow of Brexit that looms large across the country and has put most of us into an all pervasive pessimistic mood. Its difficult to shake as nothing but more shitty news seems to arrive each and every day indicating that everything is just going to get a whole lot worse. There is a distinct absence of hope for the future and everyone is feeling insecure about their work/life situation. There are those who have already flown the coop as Brexodus is in full swing (yes I mean you Lisbon lot!) but the rest of us who can’t/won’t leave are gonna just have to wait and see how far this fuckery is going to go.

So what to do? Watch as our elected bodies flush our country down the toilet? Pretend everything is ok whilst knowing it really isn’t and with no glimmer of hope that it is ever going to be? As inflation runs away in one direction and wages are being sucked back in the opposite direction there will come a time when life becomes unsustainable. There is a tipping point and we aren’t far from it. London is already piss take expensive. It is inconceivable that prices can be jacked up higher than they already are but that looks extremely fucking likely at the rate we are going. Our housing market (both rental and sales) is already beyond broken as everyone is paying through the nose for places not technically big enough for human beings to live in. Maybe when everyone else has been forced to leave the new population of this city will be rich hobbits who will be ok living in shoe boxes masquerading as homes.

We used to be called ‘Rip Off Britain’ and that was before Brexit and now I guess we are ‘Rip Up Britain’. It is an act of wilful self-destruction, country suicide, a relentless shit show that no-one in power has the ability or the balls to circumnavigate away from disaster. All aboard the slow mo train wreck…

Even non-political chat seems to be on a downer these days as the negativity seeps its way into everything and everyone. The general air of misery and uncertainty has permeated all aspects of life and all you hear are tales of woe and horror show after horror show and no-one seems to have anything good to say whatsoever. We are all beaten down. Depressed. Despondent. How can it get more fucked up than it already is?

I have no answers, no solutions to offer, not even a witty remark to add, there is really nothing funny about Brexit at all. Its just sad. What I really want is for this to be like that series in Dallas when Bobby Ewing woke up in the shower and the whole previous series had just been a dream…and Victoria Principle is staring into my eyes telling me everything is going to be ok. When your only hope is being saved from fictional characters from an 80s soap you know you’re in deep shit.

This week’s photographs are all part of my ongoing series “r u talkin to me”…

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December 14th, 2017

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

ouch

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December 13th, 2017

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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December 12th, 2017

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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December 11th, 2017

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Queuing outside a make your own magnum shop. (The ice cream not the hand gun) 

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December 8th, 2017

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Its difficult not to get to this time of year, as the dying leaves, beautiful as they are as they get the life sucked out of them, scatter everywhere reminding us that another chunk of time is almost done. It is virtually impossible not find yourself reflecting on what you had hoped this 12 month period would bring and what it, in fact, actually delivered. We use these imposed time borders to instill self-appointed performance related appraisals on all aspects of our life activities..personal, professional and now even digital.

The actuality of our yearly achievements are finally forced to compete with our yearly aspirations. The fantasy crashes head on into the reality. This generally instigates a dwelling on the shortfall, the gap between these two goalposts as we all always tend to aim higher than we can reach. But failing doesn’t have to be regarded as failure. In some ways it is impossible goals which forges progress.  You don’t achieve what you wanted but you get closer than you would have if you had set yourself no target in the first place. This is what has fuelled human evolution since year dot although it does seems unlikely that early man would have over-complicated their accomplishment planning quite as much as we do…

Top 5 Homo Erectus New Year’s Goals  (*these are totally real btw. I have a time machine and went back to around 300,000 years ago and did an extensive survey. Lovely lot the Homo Erecti. Very down to earth *)

  1. Don’t get eaten
  2. Don’t get killed by competitors
  3. Don’t get ostracised by tribe and left for dead
  4. Don’t eat anything poisonous
  5. Don’t get lost in the woods and die

You might notice a bit of a theme running through the choices. Strangely orientated around avoiding being dead. My favourite phrase at the moment is “survival is victory” (which I nabbed from  the Dunkirk movie poster) as its simple observation gives you the ultimate perspective. It makes a mockery of anything we create that is more complicated than that. We live in an era beyond survival. In the absence of something trying to eat us or having to forage and hunt for food (which doesn’t include going up and down a supermarket aisle looking for pesto) we have found ourselves searching for purpose and meaning because our primary drive has actually been taken away from us. And so we have been forced to make things that don’t really matter…matter.

Maybe we don’t need to constantly judge our own achievements in life or make everything performance related. Does everything have to be marks out of 10? How well did I do? Could I have done better? Do we need to approval on everything? Either self-imposed or judgement by others. Maybe by virtue of actually existing we already winners. No matter what. And that is really all you have to focus on. Everything else is just details. So instead of wishing we were this, that or the other and maybe berating ourselves for failing to achieve our imposed goals at the end of each year we can actually just be appreciative of our current and continued success at staying alive..that’s all we are really supposed to be doing. So if you are still alive, pats on the back all round I reckon…

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  1. Supernoodles says:

    KPIs: heart still beating, lungs still breathing. Check.

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December 7th, 2017

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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