At this moment in time I should be outside with the rest of the Villagers doing a bit of French Chuckle brothering 'A moi ...a vous'...with the Marquees for this weekends Village Fete, so some of us will be up at 6 in the morning getting them up and striking a lot of damp matches getting the barbeque flaming in time to get this little pig the send off it deserves...meh....it really is raining, this is Monts d'Arree rain, it takes no prisoners and laughs at the challenge of a parapluie ...and the forecast is even worse for Saturday..still I've copied and printed village maps, old photos blown them all up to A3+ and with the help of the current wife have white painted boards and attached aforementioned printed items to them, even set up the Photo Booth with added tethered shooting into Lightroom so folk get to see what their rictus gurning appears to other folk, before relaxing and /or laughing at themselves as I catch some quick unguarded moments...then scuttle off to print them...so all set up , what to do????
I know , I'll have a trawl through some long forgotten Hard Drives and have a concerted faff so...here are some never before seen snaps from the coast at Blackpool...exported as layers from Lightroom Into Photoshop ..a wiffle of Photoshop flim flam and done...no, I'm not here to waffle along in Photoshop bollocks today, just working out which one of the Chuckle brothers is me and which one is my 'voisin, Serge.
What's all this then????
An unyeilding torrent of Photo babbel full of unconfirmed facts and manufactured photo drivel.. take from it what you like, it won't change the world but may leave you feeling nauseous...