Yesterday (Monday night) was fairly interesting. T'was my brother's football awards night, and while I knew that the presentation I'd made would be shown, I was not aware that I had my own gallery set up. That was quite a surprise when I walked into the hall, all my work set up on the walls of the place. Quite a hit I must say, I kept getting asked if I'm a photographer by profession. Hardly not, honestly I'm just a hobbyist. Being the modest chap I always am (except of course, when fueled by liquor), I didn't let it get to my head, rather I sort of dipped my head and beamed a shy smile towards my table. The boys were especially pleased that they each got their own copy of the season highlights album on compact disc, much to my relief.
sovietcanada:
I really don't know why this guy isn't some worldwide hero. I mean c'mon. He's the fucking first man in space. SPACE. And on top of that, his "spaceship" was little more than a tin can on top of a bomb. And then when he came back down to Earth, he ejected from his capsule at 7km. 7km. That's one hell of a free fall.