Shattered Glass & Phone Photography
I had a small accident on Wednesday evening. A small accident that left the glass on the top of my iPhone shattered, the screen non-functional but, as far as I could tell, the phone itself working. I checked a couple of local places that did repairs, and grabbed a couple of hours out today to go get the phone repaired.
The guy who was open was a very small business, operating out of his front room, in effect:
I turned up at exactly the same time as another guy, who had a problem with a self-installed third party replacement battery. The repairer suggested that we both return in an hour, giving me time to snag a much-needed haircut.
And sure enough, exactly an hour later my iPhone was back to normal. And that gave me the chance to play with my beloved Instagram app in the snowly weather on the way home:
I may, at some point, get bored of these photo effect apps. But I'm not showing any signs just yet.
Snowham-by-Sea
It's a snow day. After I made it home last night, the snow really settled in on the South-East, bringing much of the public transport infrastructure to its knees. There's no trains from here to London, and I wasn't about to risk my neck on the M23 in these conditions. So, a snow day, a working from home day.
But…there's always room for a lunchtime walk, isn't there?
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It's baaaaaack....
Yesterday, somebody confidently announced to me that the snow in London we'd seen for the last couple of years was a rare event, and it wouldn't happen again.
You know what's coming next, don't you?
Could be an interesting journey home this evening.
Cheaping stars, the stock shot way
Talking of the Doctor Who Christmas special, one of the guest stars is Welsh warbler Katherine Jenkins. She's a successful quasi-classical singer and generally regarded as, uh, not ugly.
Which made this photo of her, which appeared above The Telegraph's My Perfect Weekend piece about her, all the more surprising because, frankly, she looks like every other actress/model/singer whatever. Her hair looks like a wig, for goodness' sake. It's below the standard of photography I expect from The Telegraph - and sure enough, it's a stock shot.
Nasty.
