2016
December
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of corsa

This time Richard at Performance Car Dreams had a very nice Vauxhall Corsa VXR for me to shoot. As it’s still firmly winter time, and I’ve got a day job, this left me shooting at night.

I tried a different approach to the Audi shoot last year, this time I used long exposures of 30 seconds, and triggered two Vivitar 285HV flashes manually by hand at various points around the car to highlight the areas I wanted.

Vauxhal Corsa VXR
Corsa VXR
Vauxhal Corsa VXR
Corsa VXR

I also tried to get a decent shot of the interior but I remain rubbish at this. It’s either something I’m doing wrong in taking the shot, or a shortcoming in my post processing skills (or lack thereof).

Vauxhal Corsa VXR Recaro seats

In other news, sadly although my new whizzy Mesh PC is sufficiently stable to do a little bit of photo editing, it’s not up to the job of performing more strenuous tasks without displaying a blue screen of death and then crashing and like a miserable little stoat poo.

So I’ve got to send it back to Mesh who will no doubt tell me that there is nothing wrong with it and send it back to me still broken.

Also, my replacement camera that was suppposed to take 7-10 days to be delivered has not arrived, a mere 21 days later. Sigh….

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cranky

When the landline rings at half past ten at night, we don’t tend to answer it. Firstly because we don’t give out our landline number, and secondly because if it’s important we’ve both got mobiles people can ring.

So last night we ignore the phone and when it stops ringing I grab it to do the old 1471 trick, at which point I notice there is an answer phone message…

What followed was slightly unexpected but also quite entertaining.

I’m going to go out on a limb and say it was a crank call – because I find it extremely difficult to imagine the caller actually has done the things he claims to have done.

Please note, if you find foul language or Manchester accents offensive, then don’t listen to this. Or Oasis records.

If you don’t mind listening to the quavering pubescent voice of sweary Manchester troll children then go ahead and listen to the gibbering little cretin child spewing his bile all down my phone line.

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My personal favourite bit is “classic doggy”.

I do wish I’d answered the phone now, so I could have corrected the poor little moron and told him he had the wrong number.

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it’s snow joke

I seem to be suffering from a sequence of expensive and depressing failures of what I (but perhaps not most people) would consider essential items.

It started before Christmas with our central heating boiler spectacularly failing and costing a scorching £440 to repair. Before the repair man had even visited this was closely followed by our shower, meaning we had no hot water and no shower… Another £80 and a lesson in how to fit an electric shower.

Next up the TV gives up. £88 to repair please. Shortly afterwards Sky+HD is installed but takes three weeks before it’s working properly. In the meantime I drop my new camera breaking it "beyond economical repair". Fortunately in this case after a brief battle with the insurance company a new one is on the way.

So when I lend my laptop to a friend to take on holiday, I should have known it would be my main PC that would break next. Naturally this happened the day after we booked a safari holiday to Kenya for later in the year. A new PC is ordered and on the way at a cost that I’d rather not share here but let’s leave it at "a lot".

The only bright side is that with a new camera and PC arriving by the weekend I’ll have that new gadget smell to enjoy for a few days.

In unrelated news for only the second time that I can remember in the past 22 years, it snowed here yesterday. Obviously it’s pretty much all melted now but it was fun whilst it lasted.

Snow Scene

Snow Scene

Photographing snow means cranking in 3 or more stops of over-exposure to avoid everything looking very grey!

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