Wrong impressions

A series of sentences.

Torres gone. Carroll and Suarez in. Made a doctors appointment for Friday. I've put mascara on my arm. It's now itching. I did a photoshoot today for my latest project. I'm confused. Things are not the same. Got my list back. Carnage draws close. Tempted not to go. Need plans to avoid Valentines day. Need a job. Stopped running. Annoyed by 'wrong impressions'

Standing On The Shoulders Of Giants

"I never want to take this for granted,
So I try and keep motivation simple, raw and positive,
If I only scrape a living,
Then it's a life worth scraping for,
If there's no future in it,
This present is worth remembering,
For fires of happiness or waves of gratitude,
For everything that brought us to that point on Earth,
And that moment in time to do something worth remembering or taking a photograph or scar,
I feel genuinely,
Hand on heart,
When I say,
I love doing what I do,
And that I may never be a rich man,
If I live longer enough I'll certainly have a tale or two for the grand children,
And I love the thought of that." THE DARK SIDE OF THE LENS.

For me - the above text is fucking brilliant. Such passion in just simple words.

The above images are just a few quick snaps from a recent day trip to Liverpool. We had to tickets the match at Anfield. We collected a delightful 3 points and jumped up a few points.

Photography ideas are starting to come to me now. Hopefully doing my first shoot tomorrow with Clem so fingers crossed the outcome will lead somewhere. I've got a crit on Thursday which is usually a 20minute presentation on my ideas and findings with the latest project I'm tackling. I need to crack on with some research this weekend and hopefully get a strong idea.

Matthew Wilson returns to Gill Street in a matter of hours. Haven't seen him since we broke up for Christmas all those moons ago. Deadly excited to have his amazing banter skills around E block once again.

I want another poem written by Jody Dale. See if there can be an improvement with the English and poetry skills. Plus maybe she could be so kind and pop a compliment in there and include less talk of periods. Sort it out Miss Dale.

Venturing into the noughties.

I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the pack,
All swallowed in their coats

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Saturday came and I turned into a 20 year old. I'm now venturing into the noughties.

A strange sense maturity hit me now I've had time to reflect on my new age. I currently live away from home, have amazing money issues with Halifax, doing a university degree and secured a house for next year. All points are kind of major and scary when thought about in great detail but collectively all go hand in hand. However, I just carry on with a smile from cheek to cheek mainly because I'm away from Wakefield, the land of teenage pregnancy and utter shits.

On the whole my birthday was a cracking birthday. From silly hats to broken pottery. Matt, Ollie, Rob, Alex and me started at HOOTERS watching the Liverpool game against Wolves. We all enjoyed some beer along with amazing deep fried food. It really was a brilliant start to the day as Liverpool played cracking football and collected three points (for me). Our fun crew then went to a bar on the canal front. From the outside it looked really nice, the location was really nice as it is right on the canal with an outdoor seating area. On the other hand, once we had ordered and looked around at the current customers in there we decided to drink our pints very quickly. There was a strange mix of under aged people to steroid, All Saints wearing wankers who went around slapping semi drunk girls bottoms. The sickening thing was, the girls seemed to enjoy this. We were all baffled. But hey! Am sure they were happy spending their benefits on fine drinking experience on a Saturday afternoon.

To keep the Birthday post short - the rest of the day is a blur and I spent the best part of Sunday trying to pick on bits and bats of people's stories which involved me doing silly things. One of the main topics was Grace Tydeman decided to go around spitting down the stair cases. Like a drunken fool I followed her in this act until she made my flat mate spit in her own hair. I drew the line at this point. Silly Gracey.

Been playing around with a few ideas in my head over my current photography project 'Constructing realities and telling tales' - however, I'm getting the feeling that I'm making them stupidly complex and too difficult to pull off with a lack of funding on my behalf.

I get to see my brother on Wednesday. PEACE

Thank you very much love Laura & Kimbles

Beth: What do you look for in a girl?
Josh: She should be smart, and funny.
[Beth undressing]
Josh: That's good too.
Beth: Do you feel better yet?
Josh: I feel a little bit better, yes.
Beth: What else do you look for?
Josh: She should be nice and attractive and...
Beth: [Beth removes her top]
Josh: Topless. And topless.

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Last night my future housemate Matthew Rowland and me decided to watch the above film. He had never seen it before so it was brilliant to him roaring with laughter throughout the film. Although I've seen this so many times before it still makes me laugh with the way it is brilliantly written with constant laugh out loud jokes and gags.

When in uni and on my iPod I currently can not stop listening to a mixture of Dan Le Sac & Scroobius Pip followed by some Johnny Flynn. Both artists have amazing lyrics which at the moment seem to be influencing my recent photography ideas and outlook on day to day life. The very honest nature of Pip's work is romantic, passionate with a huge sense poetry and written verse. Lovely stuff.

I saw Johnny Flynn live last year with my best pal Andy when we went to see Mumford & Sons in Manchester. He's a young solo artist who I really hope becomes big and follow in M&S' footsteps as they swept everyone of their feet in 2010. Hopefully, 2011 is his year.

-music gets louder-

My 20th birthday plans are starting to come together nicely with more and more people getting UP for it. Franki and my other friends from Nottingham Uni are coming to the Trent SU, along with E block groupies and various other friends from Trent so hopefully it'll be a really good night. During the day me and the lads are venturing to Hooters for a few pints and to watch the Liverpool game against Wolves. Would be a cracking present for them to pick up three lovely points and for Everton to lose.

My cousin Eddy Birch drove to Nottingham today. He helps run his family business along with his Dad and brother Will. It's a fantastic furniture company called Birch Bedrooms. Eddy kindly treated me to lunch and a few beers at Hooters.

Tomorrow I've got a workshop studying and experimenting with the Large Format camera. Really looking forward to this as I've never used one of these styled cameras. So fingers crossed it's enjoyable. Some nice time spent in the studio as well.

come to the conclusion that ive always been stupid n it's my ability to blag it thats disappeared :/ nice timing. all i wanted was one more goal leeds, just one and i'd be in the money, but nooooooooooo! WTF is going on above my room?! cannot believe I still have so many cards and things people have given me man alive I have met some unbelieveably adorable and ace people!!!!! I love myself! Matt Rowland is a KINGGGGGGGGGG! On it like a foookin car bonnet. Grace Tydeman is a GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! questionable crack of the highest degree. "the premiership is better with Leeds in it, there's no doubt about that" Yussssssss.

Constructing Realities and Telling Tales

Roll away your stone, I’ll roll away mine
Together we can see what we can find
Don’t leave me alone at this time,

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Uni is back in full flow today as I got a new project brief 'Constructing Realities and Telling Tales'. No clear ideas on how I go about this have come to me so far, however I only got it a matter of hours ago so not to worry. The images my tutor pulled up on the slideshow were not what I was expecting see from the project title. Deeply disturbing constructed images seemed to be the main theme of photos he selected. Concentrating on images from the artist Joel Peter-Witkin. In a nut shell he concentrates on very thought out and detailed photography set ups for his photo shoots. I admired his perfectionist approach to his photography as an art form however I started to stumble and lose interest in his work as we began to view his published photographs.

"Finding beauty within the grotesque, Witkin pursues this complex issue through people most often cast aside by society -- human spectacles including hermaphrodites, dwarfs, amputees, androgynes, carcases, people with odd physical capabilities, fetishists and "any living myth . . . anyone bearing the wounds of Christ." His fascination with other people's physicality has inspired works that confront our sense of normalcy and decency, while constantly examining the teachings handed down through Christianity"

To view some of his work - http://photography-now.net/joel_peter_witkin/

I'll be using some of this blogger space to keep putting forward some ideas. Hopefully by typing them up it might inspire or trigger some ideas that I could go out and shoot and develop.

Away from photography business and back to my day to day activities. Recently, they've gone a bit like this...

Been starting to get into running. Over the Christmas holidays at the gym I did a lot of running. Slowly started to shave of time on a set distance. It was good to see my progress over the holidays. Every day I could feel the positives and began to feel more confident in my physical fitness. I'm really pleased to say that I've kept this on at University. Matt and me have mapped out an 8km route which we can add to with ease. I find running so really nice and relaxing, clears my mind from day to day stuff that can easily get me down.

I haven't been out drinking in a while, which is an odd thing to occur although in a way I'm enjoying it. I'm not blowing £20 in a club instead I'm spending it wisely on better things. Saying this I do believe I'm meant to be going out tonight. So no doubt, I'll spend £20, get hammered, not talk to any girls, bust out some shapes, go home and watch some late night iplayer. It's how I spent most of my last semester. It's the normal night out for moi.

Really glad Miss Tydeman came back to Gill Street now. Flat 6 is once again in full swing. She's a big hoot. Also a fellow blogger, check her out. She has taupe coloured finger nails. Beware. Apparently they are the in colour.

I don't miss home.

King Kenny Restores Faith?

Well I wake up in the morning at 11:47 and I can’t believe I have to face the horror of another fucking day

And the magnificent magnitude of my morning erection merely mocks me like the sun in its optimistic greeting of the day

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"Isn't it great when you see the popular kids and bullies doing boring and terrible things in their life when it's the others who do far better and become superior" Derren Brown.


My current location is once again NG1 4FY - which basically is big thumbs up. Out of Wakefield and back at Uni, fresh for a new term. Arrived back on Friday evening to find a lifeless Gill Street however for one Welsh boy in high spirits Mr Matthew Wilcox who went back on the Monday to crack on with some work. Dedication.

Being out of Wakefield is a brilliant feeling. Not sure what that city offers people enough to keep them in the city. If anyone has any ideas I'd be more than happy to listen and tell you why you're wrong.

My aim before I start back into some heavy uni work is to secure a job. I'm not looking for anything major, just a few hours, enough to bring in some nice money to keep me topped up and be able to enjoy some things without feeling 'awww shit, can not afford this' for example going to Seawater or Coco Tang.

One thing that did make me laugh massively when I got back was to find that a team of three girls had pushed some stuff under my door during the holidays. The letter they left reads a bit like this:

"Miles - people say you smile, but they are being in denial, they should go to a trial, and see that you are very vial/vile (haha), I think you have a pile of style, that's not very stylish. The End.

P.S - I watch you when you don't know
P.P.S - I'm on my period."

Next to the letter was a pearl tampon. This letter was left by Grace Tydeman (fellow blogger), Jody Dale (fellow blogger) and Lizzie Hiles.

Now I'm not going to dwell on it very long but that is the worst poem I have ever read. Shakespeare must be turning in his grave and Roger McGough must be feeling rather sick and the destruction of the written word.

Finally I'm being strong in an ongoing Moodle episode. My patience and understanding is really running fine these days with this situation. I'm not going to go into complete detail but it just feels like lame mind games and attention seeking. As far as I can remember I've been interested in the chase, but now, this isn't me. Really is not. It is a shame that it never had a chance to see where it could go. I'm still waiting for this phone call.

Today - King Kenny takes charge of the Liverpool team against Manchester United in the FA Cup. Usually I'd be full of nerves in the build up towards a game of this magnitude however when a team is at rock bottom with confidence issues I know expect anything outrageous. All I want to see is a good shift put in by Torres, Joe Cole and Ryan Babel. I truely believe these players are a huge key if they play well together. Huge talent throughout the team that need to pull together and get this sorted. Plus I'm going to watch the reds play on the 26th of Jan and I wouldn't mind seeing a top performance from the TEAM.

http://twitter.com/LizzieH123 - My friend Lizzie is now on Twitter, she is one of the cutest, blonde, biggest giggling machines that I have ever met. She's class.

Something I Have To Say

There's a weight over me today,
it's something I have to say,
love you too much to leave,
don't like you enough to stay.

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At around 10pm tonight I shall be stood in Wakefield's city centre in the so called Latino Quarter. My pals and I only venture to one place which is called Havana. Although this place has it's draw backs. For example, only the other week I saw a lad in a school hoodie that stated the words on the back 'HOCKEY FIRST TEAM'. However, we get drawn to this particular establishment due to the fact it sells £1 Jagerbombs and you're always bound to bump into a friendly face although you usually have to sieve your way through cocks and people who were tragically born without a personality.

To keep me sane from the people Havana attracts and general life in Wakefield is a a collection of boys: Josh, Andy, Ben and Matt.

I'll give you a short break down of these pals of mine as I'm sure they'll be mentioned a hell of a lot throughout this

Andy Stewart - I've known this nob since birth due to the fact both of our mum's knew eachother due to our older brothers playing with one another in various sandpits belonging to various playgroups. Needless to say, Andy and me later became friends with the very same sandpits and chewed up pieces of Lego. Now a days, Andy studies Law at Liverpool Uni and I personally have no doubt that he will master this subject and in later life swan around sunny islands with a healthly bank balance. As long as he pays for my Photography Studio we'll be bros from different Mos for life.

Ben Smitten - Lanky, loveable and a true captain. Forever known as the lad who sunk 40 Jagerbombs in one sitting. He too is at Liverpool and has recently got back with his ex girlfriend Alison. A really nice match which all of team jager hopes will last, and also hopefully him and Ali will keep Andy up next year as Ben and Andy will be living together. However, Andy has a girlfriend aswell so I can only imagine the scene from Forgetting Sarah Marshall when both couples are trying to out DO each other. Anyway, smashing chap.

Josh Thomas - Fellow Liverpool fan, studies at Liverpool Uni, too smart for my liking, and can finish a ball to well for my liking as well. In the middle of this month he'll soon be moving to just a stones throw away from me which during the holidays is going to be ace. Josh on a night out tends to supply us with the drunken entertainment. From throwing up on speakers, getting thrown out, and being a predator on a the dance floor. This Hollister wearing champ is a joy to be around. Damn he has a good smile.

Matthew Kitching - Goes out with a lovely lady from Bath called Jenny. Since year 7 I've grown closer and closer to this Altoffs quoting machine. His comedy timing is next to nothing and his tight fisted ways build him up to be a legend of the modern day in my life. All be it he's currently sporting a rather strange hair cut which makes him out to be like a shaven monkey. His knowledge of human geography has forever amazed me and hopefully he'll make this work and get a nice salary. Otherwise, he's going to have to marry into Jenny's family for the money as well as her looks.

Little random but am sure it'll make sense to the person:

1. the way you make me correct my pronunciation of a particualar cocktail bar
2. your room is always an utter state
3. your home town uses a car park as a tourist attraction
4. your gillet
5. its miles' not miles's
6. you made me flash

This list will get added to by 12 o'clock Friday night.


On the photography side of things. Currently playing around the idea of changing part of the garage into a home studio. I've been offered the chance to take a series of photos for an interior design company. They are needing stock photos of some of the chairs and other products they construct and install into the projects they carry out. Hopefully, I'll have time before I go back to University to complete this. Furthermore, our family Christmas card this year was an image I took last February. I've been getting a lot of positive feed back with a few people wanting to have the image as individual print. Hopefully, this productive start to the year will continue.

Peppermint Panties.

It's hard to sum up a good moan in 140 characters. I mainly use my Twitter page, to just express my views and opinions and little day to day niggles that we all come across. Obviously, my negative attitude on there makes my followers fluctuate as much as Liverpool's current form.

However, I always try and see the funny side of things, when others think of the realistic solution to a problem. I will think of a joke and just blurt it out. This is then followed by an awkward silence. This happens on a daily basis.

I'm not really sure what this blog is at the moment. Yes, I'd like to use it to put my photography work into another internet market. Obviously, you need to buy a PRO account on Flickr to get somewhere or put a controversial image up and litter the image with tags to make any bloody search bring up your image.

From starting to study photography at Nottingham Trent (NTU) I'm beginning to see what it takes to really make it in Photography. Yes, there is hard work and a lot of networking. However, take a picture of a naked man stood with a young lad, or something equally extreme and messed up then you seem to get somewhere and begin to make a name for yourself. But, I look shit naked and don't know many young boys. So, for now I will have to stick to photographing my average landscapes, poorly constructed portraits and get on board with the pretentious shit that comes with this brilliant art form.

Another way of using this blog is probably documenting in a delightful manor my life at Nottingham Trent University. I've spent 3 months there so far. Already secured a belter of a house for next year with team "MMMMA", made some cracking friends and streaked around Gill Street Student Accommodation.

2010 - Went travelling with Jay around Europe got with an American girl on the beach at San Sebastian, started University and got labelled with the nickname MOODLE by Andrew Stewart which I can't deny.

2011 - Predictions - Carry on with my Moodle lifestyle, Liverpool will finish outside the top 4 but will pick up some silverware from either the FA Cup of League Cup, Everton will fight against relegation but fucking stay up from a Tim Cahill last day heading brace then he'll go punch the corner flag like a twat, I'll spend vast amounts of time in Hooters during termtime, I will sell at least a few photography prints, I'll shoot my first live gig, and someother waffle that you won't read as you stopped reading after the Photography paragraph.

Basically, I can't wait for this year to get into full gear. I'm going to make it great, for everyone around me.

Heartless plugs - http://twitter.com/milesdrurysnaps
http://www.flickr.com/photos/futurereflections1/

I'll go into home and uni life in the next post.


For now I'm off to wear my Peppermint Panties.