Splitting Hairs

 

I emerged from the festive season hibernation feeling a bit decrepit – decrepit, but not dead, as some readers worried with the lack of blog activity. But having scarcely left my humble abode since winter began, I was in need of a haircut. What hair I have left on my head is sparse, but it was getting long.

 

Yes, it’s a sad fact that with advancing years I have started to become follicly challenged – or follicularly challenged, but let’s not split hairs on it – but either way a haircut was the order of the day, so I ambled along Viccy Road  to the confines of Soran Gents Barbers to seek out Soran for the job.  Believe me, it was a quick job.

 

But being follicly challenged made me even more depressed when I returned to find in my mailbox a link to the latest gizmo: the internet hairbrush, which left me feeling for the first time that technology could well be passing me by. I’m sure there are many hirsute millennials out there who will probably think it’s cool to connect their hairbrush to the internet.  But no, definitely not here.

 

Almost every other bit of my anatomy can be – and is – monitored effectively. I have the body scale and the blood pressure monitors – which readers and family members will be only too glad to hear that they constantly reassure me I am still alive –  but now I feel excluded. I haven’t needed a hairbrush for many, many years now.  You see, there’s nothing left to brush anymore and consequently no brush to brush nothing with.

 

Leica M6 Classic & 2/35mm Summicron pre-asph (King of Bokeh)

B+W  Yellow Filter

Ilford HP5+ (@400)

HC-110 (Dil.H – 1:63 @ 11 minutes)

Plustek 7600i & Vuescan

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I know, just as the chalkboard outside my local social enterprise Milk Café on Victoria Road says, the liberal consensus is that 2016 was an annus horribilis, as Lizzie once famously coined it. Yes, 2016 was a year somehow jinxed by karmic voodoo, despite the contradictory liberal consensus that no supernatural agency must ever be acknowledged, as in Charlie Brooker’s wickedly wonderful Black Mirror

 

But here’s my review of 2016. Someone Famous Died. Someone Famous Died. Someone Famous Died. Someone Famous Died. Stupid Vote. Someone Famous Died. Someone Famous Died.  Someone Famous Died. Stupid Vote. Someone Famous Died. Someone Famous Died. Christmas. Someone Famous Died.  Someone Famous Died. Someone Famous Died.

 

In many ways, David Attenborough on TV brought us the perfect visual metaphor for 2016: Planet Earth II’s plucky iguana running past a cavalcade of vicious snakes. Well, we made it.  And now there’s a rush to get it over with, a quick rendition of Auld Lang Syne, new calendar, fresh start – but don’t go wishfully thinking that 2017 will be any better, as we only have 23 more sleeps before Donald Trump gets his tiny little fingers on the nuclear codes….

 

Leica M3 & 1.4/50mm Summilux pre-asph v2

Sekonic L-308S

Ilford HP5+ (@400)

HC-110 (Dil.H – 1:63 @ 11 minutes)

Plustek 7600i & Vuescan

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