It seems to me that every man and indeed his dog/goldfish/hamster has a blog these days, so I though, it's free and takes no time at all to make one, so make one.
Let me introduce myself. I am known by myself only as HLoF or High Lord of Fuck. It is a somewhat post-ironical name, but I like it. I am a photographer, based in the south west of the UK, in a splendid city named Bristol – OK, for those of you that know, I live Near Bristol (Wales) but I choose to be cagey about that… oh bugger, it's out now. Never mind. I live in Wales, but only by geographical accident. Believe me, Wales is nice to look at, but it's hard to spend the day here.
Specialising in fine art, gallery, editorial and 'fine art butchers shop' or 'french' photography, all works posted here and on my main site www.noihaventdoneityet.co.uk are available for sale and editorial use – after you've paid me of course.
P.A.W. have recognised this site and its contents.
Hmm… if would seem that that the HLoF would either prefer to be un-known, or simply mysterious. Much like the infamous un-known Harry Lime (if that description isn’t too self-deafeating).
Why not let’s start an hysterical/hisorical one of our own then?
Once upon a time was a small boy. He felt his life was already well-rutted in the road to cliché-heaven. So, he decided that he would do the best thing he could to prevent that continuing.
…next?
By: iammusingabout on 13 May, 2006
at 9:12 am
According to the official biography printed in the Adams & Jarrett tour programme, 2003:
After training as an actor at the prestigious Oxford School of Drama, Phil eschewed all previous desires to be a performer and toured the world as a figure of nightmare and terror. With his selection of impressive hats and dark coats it wasn’t long before Phil entered the communal psyche of many nations. From being worshiped as a sun god by many Amazonian tribes to his existence as a figure of myth and legend no less sacred than the cow in India Phil has found incomparable success in his chosen field. In Norway, parents need do no more than whisper his name to install paralysing fear and utter obedience from troublesome children. When going home tonight ladies and gentlemen, remember: the dark one is amongst you and there are ways about him that just aren’t right.
2003 – 2006
Having thrown off his ‘myth and nightmare’ shroud, Phil now romps happily throughout Europe and the US with a packet of cigarettes, a flask of coffee strong enough to kill and elephant and a high quality lens, photographing anything and everything for cold hard cash – and sometime his own personal enjoyment. Having gown out his hair to a respectably foppish length and sporting a little beard, he can be seen in pavement cafes across the world reading Berliner size newspapers, and generally found to have a slightly smug self-important grin about him.
By: picturesnap on 28 May, 2006
at 9:01 am
……….. to be fair, you haven’t changed a lot over the years then?
You have missed out the tendancy to sweat more than a paedophile in a playground when on stage. Doesn’t that fit with the laid back free-lance photographer image?
By: Cotts on 1 June, 2006
at 11:47 am
I notice that page is no longer denoted as approved by P.A.W. What a shame.
Also, you might want to alter the title from An Explination to An Explanation.
…just a thought. It might better suit that “look at me! I’m a special student with my project part of the ‘end of term’ display!” sort of pride.
But, if you can’t be arsed, I’ll understand.
‘Dissapointed’, well; fucking right!
But ‘understand’? Yes. Oh yes. Do you need a hug, my bunny-bo?
By: I.A.M. on 2 June, 2006
at 6:46 am
Cotts. Well the sweat was all down to the the heat, the stress, the smell of the audience, the raw of the grease paint, the hiss of the gas lamp lighting.
IAM -please find the title reinstated to its previous form… and there’s a new page, just for PAW.
By: picturesnap on 2 June, 2006
at 10:53 am
What new page just for PAW?
I believe the explination about the sweatting should be entered there. Personally I believe it was a by-product of you clanching your but cheaks very tightly togrther to avoid soiling yourself.
By: Cotts on 2 June, 2006
at 11:33 am
Loquacious as always, Sir. Cotts. And I don’t quite know what “clanching my but cheaks” is, but perhaps that’s something you do Ooop Narth?
Here we prefer to simply; clench ones butt cheeks.
By: picturesnap on 2 June, 2006
at 1:11 pm
Semantics.
You can’t claim to always type/spell accurately either!
By: Cotts on 2 June, 2006
at 1:42 pm
Update: P.A.W page now ready. Rough, and will probably need amending soon. Anything you wish to add, put it the comments box.
By: picturesnap on 2 June, 2006
at 1:42 pm
The odd typo here and there… at least the sentence structure is just about right.
—- open floodgates for IAM to come cruising in with some whity aside on that one.
By: picturesnap on 2 June, 2006
at 6:05 pm
by the way, whilst I may be of Caucasian heritage, I try to limit my uses of culturally indicative comments in public.
It’s the MultiCultural, Canadian way you know.
By: I.A.M. on 18 June, 2006
at 12:57 am
Odd typo………………..?
By: Cotts on 26 June, 2006
at 12:05 pm
Just one or two…
By: picturesnap on 4 August, 2006
at 11:26 am