Back in 2012
…Yep. I’ve grown tired of having an office job. Well being a security monkey in a giant glass testicle is hardly an “office” job really. But I’ve got till May with this place and I’m out. So yeah, if you want to shoot or whatever get in touch here, or Model Mayhem or Purestorm (tidal_kitten) or net-model (is that place still alive?) or facebook (pages/blkanansie) or linkedin…if your cyber-stalker skills are savvy enough.
LETS MAKE SOME AMAZING SHIT IN 2012!!!
(also, I have an amazing project that will involve me wearing a Tron-cum-Daft Punk-cum-Deadmau5-cum-Lawn Mowerman, type outfit. Seriously, you want to be involved in this mess if you got what it takes)
Shoot with Gerry99111
Ah, rare thing this! I did a shoot (OH MY LAWD!!!!) …Newish body in tow…still not quite happy but hey, it’s kinda impressive considering I only work out 2 hours a week!
Piccies are nudey so..yeah.
I’m busy with a real job. It sucks. I’m quitting it in 7 months regardless of if I’m a full-time DJ or not…Also I’m designing the most amazing helmet, ever. I just have to wait till next month to arrange to get up to Ely to have a molding and casting taken of my noggin.
..this thing is going to be so amazing, I think I just had a little sex wee…!
Ahem, anyway. I have a shoot on the 29th, quite excited as it’s been a while!!
Other than my DJing project slowly but surely taking form (and my GOD is it going to be amazing….!) I miss throwing “shapes” …
When you have so many ideas you want to do and you just don’t have the time to do it. Or lacking resources, or you have the resources but lacking people?
There’s something about your Left…
Total National Travel Time: 13 hrs
Total Local Travel Time: 7hrs
Total Sleep Time: 6hrs
Total Modeling Time: 0hrs
Total time spent sat in a field: 9hrs approx
Now you’re probably wondering what the hell I’m rabbiting on about. Long story short, I was subjected to being part of a camper van accident. No other vehicle was involved, just the mere stupidity of the driver. If it was a “freak” accident, then I’d have no qualms, but if I specifically state that there’s something wrong with your driving and you - in effect - tell me to shut up because you “know how to drive your vehicle”, then you end up crashing your “vehicle” because of the exact reason I was bringing to your attention before hand….
That’s when I get pissy. You put MY life in danger, you’re lucky there’s a field for me to walk in and internalise my anger.
The whole ordeal wasn’t too drastic, thankfully. At 30 miles an hour the windows didn’t even shatter, but that’s still no excuse to be looking at the clouds when you should be looking at the road. But that’s apparently what didn’t happen (that’s another kettle of fish that I shan’t be getting involved with).
The camper van was eventually turned upright, and put onto a recovery truck and driven back to it’s “home”. Neither of us were checked over by a paramedic or anything. Which in hindsight was very, very, exceptionally stupid. My hand was swollen for a bit, and my neck hurt something chronic but the amount of Rage i had rushing around my body seemed to put those issues at bay.
I understand how some people lack the ability to think straight when something’s happened, but sending someone who took the brunt of a collision onto a 6 hour bus journey back down to London without even being checked over is a trifle selfish. Mum used a very colourful vocabulary indeed, when I told her this morning via Skype. Let’s just say, “Mr. you’re lucky my mum is in the States”
48hrs later (I slept all of Thursday day/night, completely out of it drugged up on about 800mg Neurofen express) I went to A & E and 2 doctors checked me over, whilst perplexed as to why I wasn’t checked over by a paramedic. I dunno…the driver was against police getting involved (even though they did) for some reason. They said I’ve got a really bad set of sprains/strains in various muscles around my shoulders/neck and left arm. So a Paracetamol/Ibuprofen cocktail for a few days is recommended.
I suppose this is one way of seeing my modeling dwindle into the shadows for the foreseeable future.