FakeBob and I held our first joint photographic exhibition last Saturday, at a lovely artsy cafe called The Flea Pit, near Columbia Road. I know it doesn't sound very salubrious, but its a great space for a little showing off, and we enjoyed the company of many friends who looked over our pictures and said nice things about them.
Just an ego-massaging exercise? Perhaps. But let's face it, if you don't blow your own trumpet, no-one else will. And since FakeBob has already made the first tentative steps towards a career in New Media (by finally resigning from the 9-5 drudgery after months of threatening), and I'm seriously thinking about it too, a bit of self-promotion was just what the doctor ordered.
Not only did I show some of my more general photography, such as landscapes, flower closeups and architecture, but I also had a selection of four fine rugby images, which seemed to go down well (not only with the ladies!). They were: Owen Takes A Lineout, Barkley Wrapped Up, Kick On The 22 and The Green Giant
After the event, about a dozen of us toddled off to a great Vietnamese restaurant in Old Street, Cay Tre. Excellent grub and very reasonable! A lovely way to round off the day.