http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/oxfordshire/7849914.stm

حق من الخفاش:

1. لا يتلقّى أنا عموما حقّا مشكلة مع شريط نوادي
2. أنا قد زرت [هنلي] على تاميز [ا نومبر وف] أوقات
3. أنا أقود ييصفّر خارجا [فورد] مرافقة غير أنّ أنا اتّخذ شكل? [ت] مرونة قردة وأنا? [م] بالتّأكيد لا أغنياء أو [توفّ].

[أك] أنّ خارجا الطريق السبب أنا أقول كلّ أنّ أشياء لأنّ أنا أتلقّى بعض معرفة سابقة من ما [هنلي] يكون مثل (هم انتخبوا أحد ما مثل بوريس جونسون لمطلقات) وأنا? [م] لا ماذا نحن علبة كلّ [أوبّر كلسّ]. هاها. [فر فروم] هو يعني ومض [كرزي] في عين إشارات من حياة وحماسة بعد [ألّ]

Anyway, strip clubs have been opening up all over the place and there is now one in Worthing but that only made it into the local media as you would expect ? but there was nothing on the BBC News website about it.

So ? this is actually quite a short blog post but is it only because it?s Henley on Thames that the BBC has pricked its ears up? I mean come on, why is it suddenly so news worthy out of all the other towns in the UK that

This is a ?little? something that I have been working on for a little while now. It?s not finished but I decided to post it here hopefully to spur me on to finish it?

Purpose by Victoria JK Lamburn

Your glistening eyes are the very eyes that my mother would have said, ?Step away!? are drawing me in, luring me deep into your uncharted territory that swims beneath the piercing blue. And what lurks beyond the iris? ocean? Do you even know yourself in your quieter pensive moments reserved for only you within the four walls of ticking clocks? Seldom does a thought fuse and the moment then snaps and clicks and suddenly it becomes sense itself?

Only for brevity to snatch it away, and then your ocean of thought and emotion is occluded by mist at the shores; riddled as the tide, ceaselessly, rhyming an eternal paean for time and confusion. What is the purpose of you and those devious eyes, the purpose of you and your thoughts? The purpose of me drawn to those eyes and your soft delicate face around, what purpose does it serve us to be locked with our shy little stares and quiet

Dungeness is a weird old place, in fact the whole area is like an alter-ego to reality with its abundant decay, quirky artefacts littering the Romney Marsh and spit and the monstrous Dungeness nuclear power stations rising up from the shingle land with a wild and abundant array of monstrous pylons heaving out the electricity and marching towards the ?mainland? with a gallant stride.

This was the first time I had been out with the guys from Sussex Photo and in fact surprisingly (mostly to myself) the first time I have ever been out with other photographers (i.e. not people who just take snaps or a passing interest but people who really enjoy it on a hobbiest to professional level.) I?m very much the keen amateur so it was great to get a glimpse of how other people work. Needless to say I was the only film junky and rather than taking the EOS 3 with me (still not digital but it?s comparable to their most advanced current bodies with the only major difference with it not being digital) I decided to take out the Leica M2 with a 35mm Color Skopar and my Mamiya C330F with the