Adam Tinworth: The Rest of My Life

Fishbourne Palace

Abandoned Guardian

While walking down Shoreham Beach yesterday afternoon, we came across a Guardian that appeared to have been abandoned on a bench, and so was blowing around the beach in pieces:

We reassembled it, and left it held down by stones, in case the owner came back. But we didn't take it.

There's probably an extended metaphor for the future of print newspapers here, but I really can't be bothered to find it. ;-)

Covent Garden Candids

I used to do a lot of wandering around, just snapping pictures of life. I'm trying to get back into the swing of it:

Another Glorious British Summer

All set for the Bank Holiday?

Study's End

The study I've used for the last 12 years or so is dismembered, ready to be turned into a bedroom when we put the flat on the market. An awful lot of words were written in here.

Shot with my Hipstamatic for iPhone
Lens: Lucifer VI
Flash: Off
Film: Blanko

Das Potato

An image shot for a student magazine project, back in the early 90s. That's me on the left, oppressing the heroic potato revolutionary, and against the bleak East European vistas of… Hyde Park.

Student journalism was a lot of fun.

The start of something new…

When Lunch Goes Bad

Anyone who knows anything about Twitter knows that it's all about what people had for their lunch. I eschew such conventional wisdom. I blog about my lunch instead, as I am defiantly old skool in social media. And this was my lunch yesterday:

Can you spot my schoolboy error?

Yes, in the absence of anyone to share lunch with in the fine QH canteen, I opted for lunch al desko, and the poor plastic fork just wasn't up to the job of holding the pork fillet in place.  Note to self: just eat in the canteen anyway, and save the environment the cost of the stupid plastic containers and cutlery. 

Scenes from Southwold

Had a single day off yesterday, and spent it in Suffolk, for various reasons. Here are a few captures from an afternoon by the sea:

A Little Summer Preparation