A Snowball In Hell
Bit of a longshot: I have misplaced my copy of Brookmyre’s book of this title. Did I lend it to anyone reading this?
Bit of a longshot: I have misplaced my copy of Brookmyre’s book of this title. Did I lend it to anyone reading this?

I’m doing a meme on one of my blogs. People ask for pcitures of some part of my daily life, I take the pictures and I post ’em. My friend Ara asked for “Some part of the cooking process”. So here is the first part of what eventually became the sauce I put on my past this evening. Mushrooms, onions, garlic and some sweet peppers sweating a bit before I added chicken, chorizo, and a red pepper sauce to them. Tasty!
Sod me, this is a bit easy. Which is not to appear smug, or anything, but I’ve just knocked a really basic web browser together in about ten minutes. OK, that’s not much more than the OS X equivalent version of your usual “Hello World” beastie, but on the other hand, I’ve never build a “Hello World” app I could post to my blog from before.
Right, back to work. Now for the tricky stuff.

Hardly a work of great genius, but I like this one – a quick snap taken during a very thick fog one morning the other week. There’s something pleasingly Stygian about it.

I love getting shots of London like this one – limited colour palette, heavy shadow/silhouette and so on. Shots that make the place look just a little unreal, a little magical. Because that’s exact what it feels like to wander about London – pure bloody magic.