Alcohol. Yes, I said alcohol. When did it become acceptable to drink in the street? I don't mean by down-and-outs, I mean by so-called 'ordinary' people, people on their way to work or the shops. I only started noticing this a couple of years ago walking to the bus stop in the morning and seeing people - men and women, young and old - drinking from cans or bottles of beer/lager. What's that about? St Leonard's Church even has a sign in English and Polish reminding people that it's a church and it's grounds are a graveyard and to treat it with respect.
I can honestly say that I've never drank alcohol in the morning (liar! liar! pants on fire!) - oh, ok, *once* when I had a shot of tequila at a tequila factory in Mexico at about 9 in the morning - and the only times I've drunk in the afternoon in the last 10 years or so have been at weddings or Christmas. Other than that, it's the evenings when I drink.
Now, I fully recognise that some people have different work and living patterns that means my breakfast might be someone else's supper due to shift patterns. Still, why start drinking in the street given that shift-working isn't new?
Back in the spring I got a bus up to town one Sunday afternoon to visit an exhibition. It was a nice sunny day and lots of people were in streets and parks the bus passed. It seemed as if almost every adult had a drink in their hand, a can or bottle or (in the case of people outside pubs) a glass. I'm sure it couldn't have been literally *everyone* - it just seemed like it.
What's going on?
Saturday, 9 August 2008
Footprints In The Sky
The Olympics began with footprints in the sky for me and I went 'wow'. Did you see the opening ceremony? It was truly spectacular with thousands of people moving in harmony creating vast tableaux of beauty and awe. From the ancient past through the imperial eras to the future of 'one world with one dream' - five thousand years of history. Huge firework displays, people flying and swimming through the air above the stadium, thousands of people in colourful costumes and an enormous scroll. If you haven't seen it, take a look at the BBC iPlayer.
It's not just the vast spectacle of the ceremony that's impressive, it's also the march of the athletes as the countries enter the stadium, the pride and the looks on their faces. 204 countries in total, with teams from a total in single figures to those in the hundreds. I particularly like the smaller countries with their small delegations, countries you often don't hear of except when they get their name check at the start of the Olympics. I like Bhutan.
I know there are some serious issues around China - the politics, Tibet, human rights and the environment for a start - but the Olympics are special. Here are some photos from the official Beijing 2008 site:
It's not just the vast spectacle of the ceremony that's impressive, it's also the march of the athletes as the countries enter the stadium, the pride and the looks on their faces. 204 countries in total, with teams from a total in single figures to those in the hundreds. I particularly like the smaller countries with their small delegations, countries you often don't hear of except when they get their name check at the start of the Olympics. I like Bhutan.
I know there are some serious issues around China - the politics, Tibet, human rights and the environment for a start - but the Olympics are special. Here are some photos from the official Beijing 2008 site:
Friday, 8 August 2008
'West Side Story' at Sadler's Wells
Chris introduced me to the joy of 'West Side Story' tonight, live on stage at Sadler's Wells with the short run of the '50th Anniversary Production'. I've seen the film but never seen it live. As ever, Sadler's Wells delivered a high quality visual and aural feast.I suspect that everyone looking at this blog will know some of the songs, even if you don't automatically associate them with the show. It's a classic and it's easy to see how ground-breaking it was at the time, what with bringing 'the street' to the stage for the first time, the balletic fight sequences, knives, racism and teenagers, at a time when 'teenagers' were still inventing themselves. Considering it was Sondheim's first outing as lyricist I can only assume a lot was going on in his life at the time he wrote it.
The staging is quite simple, with a moveable backdrop of upper West Side tenements, some props for the bridal shop Maria and Anita work in and a bed for Maria's bedroom and that's about it. The lighting was spectacular and, for the street scenes, there were some great views of New York projected on the back wall. Other than that it was singing and dancing with the dancing designed to make me feel tired!
The cast were excellent but I have to single out the marvellous Oneika Phillips as Anita, lead Shark-girl, Maria's friend, Bernardo's girlfriend and 'America' is her song. She flirts, she sasses, she's fiery and haughty, she leads the Shark-girls through force of personality with great dance moves and a great voice. I know she had a sparkly frock, but my eyes followed her whenever she was on stage. It's always difficult playing the 'nice' girl like Maria, but give me Oneika's Anita any day! The joy of 'America' in the first half descends to the harrowing pain of the rape scene towards the end and you can almost feel her spite and hatred of the Jets. Powerful stuff.I thoroughly enjoyed it and got caught up in the drama of it all. I think the run is sold out but if you can, go and see it - it's a classic.
Thursday, 7 August 2008
Advert
I realise that by posting this I'm proving that this advert works but I don't care. I need to share the pervy wierdness of this advert. I can honestly say that I've never drank Orangina and this doesn't make me want to but there's so much to dissect in this advert that I don't care.
I'm sort of slightly puzzled how this has got through the advert-censors but it's out there on national telly so maybe it's just me reading too much into it...
I'm sort of slightly puzzled how this has got through the advert-censors but it's out there on national telly so maybe it's just me reading too much into it...
Monday, 4 August 2008
Power In The Darkness
Every now and then I have to listen to 'Power In The Darkness' by the Tom Robinson Band. I want to hear political left-wing angst and driving guitars. The Band only lasted for a couple of years and made the two albums but it was worth it. I blogged about Tom in January and how you can download his later albums for free or for a donation, so go on, do it.
I sometimes miss those days, when people held views and believed in them. Things were important and politics mattered. There were causes. I've lost track with all that - do young people still have causes? 'A few of us fought and a few folks died... in the Winter of '79'! In '79-'80 I wasn't seen without an upside down 'Save The Whale' badge....
Another truly radical album was 'Poet & The Roots', the alter-ego of Linton Kwesi Johnson and Dennis Bovell with their tales of life in Brixton, SUSS laws and racial violence. Some of the songs on that album are ground-breaking but possibly known to only a relatively small audience. There was real anger at injustice in those days.
I suppose it's a yearning for a lost youth but I do think it's important to have principles and beliefs. We used to talk about it a lot in the olden days and do things. I don't see that happening any more. The TRB were one of the first Rock Against Racism bands and sang about sexual equality and a host of things. Who does that these days? Or am I simply missing it because I'm an old fogey?
Wake me up when the revolution starts.
I sometimes miss those days, when people held views and believed in them. Things were important and politics mattered. There were causes. I've lost track with all that - do young people still have causes? 'A few of us fought and a few folks died... in the Winter of '79'! In '79-'80 I wasn't seen without an upside down 'Save The Whale' badge....
Another truly radical album was 'Poet & The Roots', the alter-ego of Linton Kwesi Johnson and Dennis Bovell with their tales of life in Brixton, SUSS laws and racial violence. Some of the songs on that album are ground-breaking but possibly known to only a relatively small audience. There was real anger at injustice in those days.
I suppose it's a yearning for a lost youth but I do think it's important to have principles and beliefs. We used to talk about it a lot in the olden days and do things. I don't see that happening any more. The TRB were one of the first Rock Against Racism bands and sang about sexual equality and a host of things. Who does that these days? Or am I simply missing it because I'm an old fogey?
Wake me up when the revolution starts.
Sunday, 3 August 2008
Amanda The Tease
Miss Palmer is playing with me, posting videos of the songs from the album, 'Who Killed Amanda Palmer?' on YouTube.I'm being strong, though, and not looking. I want to hear the album as a whole, not in pieces. I will, of course, ogle all the videos once I've finally heard the full album a few times. I'll need that initial full immersion, learn all the songs and drool over the artwork.
Oh, and I'll buy the book of photos of Amanda dead all over the world (as in the example above).
I'll see Amanda live and kicking in a couple of weeks time at the ICA and then again in October. Some things are so good they've got to be experienced twice...
Update: That Minx has put her videos on iTunes! There's no escaping... I can feel myself weakening...
The Countdown
The countdown begins. At 11am on Sunday 7 September I have to ring St George's Hospital to check that it has a bed for me and, if it does, I will then be admitted that afternoon in preparation for the third operation in eight years on my slipped disc.
Luckily, I'll have seen the Sex Pistols on 2 September and X-Ray Spex on 6 September. Unfortunately, I'll miss Madonna on 11 September and Matthew Bourne's new production, 'Dorian Gray', on the 13th. Drat. I'll also be able to complete a large procurement we're doing at work the week before I go in.
Of course, if there's no bed for me (and who knows, it'll possibly depend on what happens that Saturday night) then I assume I'll just go back on the waiting list.
Strangely enough, I'll be in the same ward in which I had my first operation in Atkinson Morley Hospital in Wimbledon in May 2000. The hospital closed and became a new wing of St George's but they've kept the same ward names. It's a neurosurgery ward because it's a nervous system related operation not a back operation, dontchaknow?
Watch this space...
Luckily, I'll have seen the Sex Pistols on 2 September and X-Ray Spex on 6 September. Unfortunately, I'll miss Madonna on 11 September and Matthew Bourne's new production, 'Dorian Gray', on the 13th. Drat. I'll also be able to complete a large procurement we're doing at work the week before I go in.
Of course, if there's no bed for me (and who knows, it'll possibly depend on what happens that Saturday night) then I assume I'll just go back on the waiting list.
Strangely enough, I'll be in the same ward in which I had my first operation in Atkinson Morley Hospital in Wimbledon in May 2000. The hospital closed and became a new wing of St George's but they've kept the same ward names. It's a neurosurgery ward because it's a nervous system related operation not a back operation, dontchaknow?
Watch this space...
'The Harder They Come' at The Playhouse
'The Harder They Come' is the great stage version of 'The Harder They Come' the movie from 1971. I saw it at The Barbican in March and then again at The Playhouse after it transferred in June. It's an odd mix of serious themes and ends with a gun fight and death, and some of the most joyous music ever created, sending us out into the night on a tremendous high. I wanted to see it again so that's what happened last night, and some good skankin' was had by all!It's the same cast, same songs, same quips, same threats of violence and same euphoria at the end. It was marvellous! Rolan Bell is a charasmatic leading man with great stage presence and voice and a very energetic dancer - he's all over the place flirting with Pinky and Precious and bigging it up with Elsa, his love.
Pinky (in the form of Susan Lawson-Reynolds) is, of course, a true star, decked out in huge Afro, red nylon mini-dress and white kinky boots, dance-hall queen and make-believe radio-reporter. The police chief (Chris Tummings) once again called us all 'hugly' for hiding Ivan while he's on the run - I think this is one the things about the show that I really like, the audience interaction, with the players leaving the stage every now and then to appear in the house and, at the start, to be strolling round the theatre as if it's all an extension of the stage. And Chris does an excellent version of Toots' 'Pressure Drop'. My only disappointment was that when we were invited to take a 15 minute ganga break at the interval there was only vanilla and strawberry ice-cream and no ganga flavour...
This is a great show, original and with a great score, an energetic cast and some charismatic players that send the audience away at the end in a euphoric state after the mega-mix encore, so why is it closing? I really don't understand that, especially when you think about some of the stuff still playing in the West End.Why aren't people flooding to see this great production? It can only be that the audience for reggae isn't very large in the theatre-going public. Ignoring the reggae beats, the songs are excellent songs in their own right - I can't understand why Jimmy Cliff isn't a bigger star and why his songs aren't covered more often since they're really good, well constructed songs. I'm perplexed by it all. But it's been a privilege to see the show three times and leave it each time on a ridiculous high, skankin' out into the night with my head full of sunny reggae tunes.
I took a couple of photos (I know I shouldn't, but only before the show started and during the encore) and bought a tee shirt with the legend 'I Was Here... I Disappear' across front and back (to celebrate Ivan's motto while he was on the run). That will remind me of the show when it closes - I was there!
Now, go and see it and have the time of your life!
Friday, 1 August 2008
Silver Anniversary
Twenty years ago today Sgt Pepper might've taught the band to play, but 25 years ago I embarked on what became my career. 25 years? Gosh.
It was never meant to be a career - it was the temporary job I took to pay the rent while I looked for my 'proper' job. It took me about three years to start thinking that it might actually be my real job and that's probably when my career really started and I started taking the job more seriously.
I started working in the personnel department of ACAS Head Office in St James's Square on 1 August 1983 (the Advisory, Conciliation and Arbitration Service) and that's where I first came across computers. It was a nice job in a nice office. St James's Square is just behind Piccadilly and was used to film a lot of those 18th and 19th Century Sunday evening TV series, what with it's Georgian facades and nice leafy square. I had a few jobs there but wanted something different...
For my next job I wanted to work with the public in a front-line post, so went to Fulham 'A' Unemployment Benefit Office as a Claimant Adviser. I had counselling training, learned a lot of obscure benefit rules and had the experience of a lifetime. That was the mid/late- '80s and HIV/AIDS was emerging, 'gay plague' was in the headlines and people were scared of the killer disease. A significant portion of my caseload were men with HIV, drug addicts were more evenly spread across the genders as were people who had no idea how to present themselves or get a job. I loved that job for a couple of years but when I started thinking, 'o no, not *another* addict' I knew I'd done it long enough and started to think about moving on.
I have a few vivid memories of that job:
~ my Area Manager (3 grades higher than me) wanted to know what Claimant Advisers really did so spent the day with me. One of my sessions was with a new claimant who said he was HIV+. My boss instantly powered his chair to the back of the interview room as far away from the claimant as possible. So I leaned closer, trying to compensate. After the interview my boss said I should've stopped the claimant's benefit there and then. I said no, because he was still able to work and do training and I would see him again in 2 weeks to see what action he's taken. My boss was clearly scared of 'catching something' but didn't say anything about me and my colleagues being 'at risk' on a daily basis. The boss would've retired years ago on a good pension. I vaguely assume that many of the claimants I saw possibly died in the '90s.
~ a young woman who was 10 days younger than me was on heroin. Both of her brothers were in prison for dealing and they were her own dealers. She was on methadone to try to come off and she was on an extreme course to get off heroin quickly because she was borderline. Letters from her doctor proved this and that she was on daily observation. I arranged for her to get off the dole and onto sick benefit instead, making life easier for a short time. She didn't come back.
~ another young woman, a Scottish woman who married a bloke from the Lebannon and lived in Beirut. Her apartment building was bombed and she lost her husband and baby son. She came to London since her parents in Scotland had disowned her. She knew no-one, had nowhere to live and no job. I saw her briefly and gave her a few suggestions for shelters and jobs that might offer accommodation with the job. She also wanted dental treatment since her teeth had been smashed in the bombing so I gave her information about dental services. That was it. I didn't hear from her again until three months later when I received a lovely letter saying she'd had her teeth sorted and was now a live-in assistant manager in a hotel and thanked me for my help. I felt so guilty at the time since I'd just thought of her as another 'case' but by giving her a few phone numbers and leaflets I'd helped her to change her life. She did it, not me.
I next moved into the Employment Department HQ in Whitehall in 1990 and I've been in and around there ever since. I started off doing industrial relations work and then moved into employment policy. I made the tactical error of going on holiday to Tangier in 1995 and got back to find the department had been closed down and I now worked for Education & Employment. I had various jobs and have good memories of working on age discrimination issues and legislation - it was hard work but I learned so much and I look on that as my real policy training (thanks to my boss, Mary). Ever the saddo, I really enjoyed the economics of employment policy and ended up working on the New Deal programmes before moving into education and technology.
I learned so much while working on ICT in schools, not only about technology, but about research techniques, about Government spending and spending cycles. Dull? Maybe, but a it's a good thing to understand more than most of the rest of the Department. I managed to attract about £5bn to my policy in technology over the years.
By and large it's been a good 25 working years. I've learned a lot, done a lot, seen a lot, influenced a lot and, I can honestly say, personally changed a lot because I was in particular jobs at particular times. I like to think that, if I'd been of a mind to clamber up the greasy pole, I could be higher up the corporate structure. I sometimes look around and think, 'how on earth were you promoted' but the answer is simple - they went for the promotions and I didn't, they had the guts to do it and the energy to do it. Good on 'em.
25 years of solid public service to Her Majesty's Government of the day. I can't believe it. Apparently, neither can my Department since it hasn't said anything to me. Years ago it was celebrated, letters were issued and gifts awarded. These days I *think* I can apply for a 'long service award'. The onus is on me to apply and I'll look up what I have to do when I have time next week. Long service isn't necessarily thought of as a good thing these days - a portfolio of skills is more valuable. The fact that I've acquired a significant portfolio of skills while in the Service is irrelevant these days. Ho hum. That's life.
Anyway, happy anniversary to me!
It was never meant to be a career - it was the temporary job I took to pay the rent while I looked for my 'proper' job. It took me about three years to start thinking that it might actually be my real job and that's probably when my career really started and I started taking the job more seriously.
I started working in the personnel department of ACAS Head Office in St James's Square on 1 August 1983 (the Advisory, Conciliation and Arbitration Service) and that's where I first came across computers. It was a nice job in a nice office. St James's Square is just behind Piccadilly and was used to film a lot of those 18th and 19th Century Sunday evening TV series, what with it's Georgian facades and nice leafy square. I had a few jobs there but wanted something different...
For my next job I wanted to work with the public in a front-line post, so went to Fulham 'A' Unemployment Benefit Office as a Claimant Adviser. I had counselling training, learned a lot of obscure benefit rules and had the experience of a lifetime. That was the mid/late- '80s and HIV/AIDS was emerging, 'gay plague' was in the headlines and people were scared of the killer disease. A significant portion of my caseload were men with HIV, drug addicts were more evenly spread across the genders as were people who had no idea how to present themselves or get a job. I loved that job for a couple of years but when I started thinking, 'o no, not *another* addict' I knew I'd done it long enough and started to think about moving on.
I have a few vivid memories of that job:
~ my Area Manager (3 grades higher than me) wanted to know what Claimant Advisers really did so spent the day with me. One of my sessions was with a new claimant who said he was HIV+. My boss instantly powered his chair to the back of the interview room as far away from the claimant as possible. So I leaned closer, trying to compensate. After the interview my boss said I should've stopped the claimant's benefit there and then. I said no, because he was still able to work and do training and I would see him again in 2 weeks to see what action he's taken. My boss was clearly scared of 'catching something' but didn't say anything about me and my colleagues being 'at risk' on a daily basis. The boss would've retired years ago on a good pension. I vaguely assume that many of the claimants I saw possibly died in the '90s.
~ a young woman who was 10 days younger than me was on heroin. Both of her brothers were in prison for dealing and they were her own dealers. She was on methadone to try to come off and she was on an extreme course to get off heroin quickly because she was borderline. Letters from her doctor proved this and that she was on daily observation. I arranged for her to get off the dole and onto sick benefit instead, making life easier for a short time. She didn't come back.
~ another young woman, a Scottish woman who married a bloke from the Lebannon and lived in Beirut. Her apartment building was bombed and she lost her husband and baby son. She came to London since her parents in Scotland had disowned her. She knew no-one, had nowhere to live and no job. I saw her briefly and gave her a few suggestions for shelters and jobs that might offer accommodation with the job. She also wanted dental treatment since her teeth had been smashed in the bombing so I gave her information about dental services. That was it. I didn't hear from her again until three months later when I received a lovely letter saying she'd had her teeth sorted and was now a live-in assistant manager in a hotel and thanked me for my help. I felt so guilty at the time since I'd just thought of her as another 'case' but by giving her a few phone numbers and leaflets I'd helped her to change her life. She did it, not me.
I next moved into the Employment Department HQ in Whitehall in 1990 and I've been in and around there ever since. I started off doing industrial relations work and then moved into employment policy. I made the tactical error of going on holiday to Tangier in 1995 and got back to find the department had been closed down and I now worked for Education & Employment. I had various jobs and have good memories of working on age discrimination issues and legislation - it was hard work but I learned so much and I look on that as my real policy training (thanks to my boss, Mary). Ever the saddo, I really enjoyed the economics of employment policy and ended up working on the New Deal programmes before moving into education and technology.
I learned so much while working on ICT in schools, not only about technology, but about research techniques, about Government spending and spending cycles. Dull? Maybe, but a it's a good thing to understand more than most of the rest of the Department. I managed to attract about £5bn to my policy in technology over the years.
By and large it's been a good 25 working years. I've learned a lot, done a lot, seen a lot, influenced a lot and, I can honestly say, personally changed a lot because I was in particular jobs at particular times. I like to think that, if I'd been of a mind to clamber up the greasy pole, I could be higher up the corporate structure. I sometimes look around and think, 'how on earth were you promoted' but the answer is simple - they went for the promotions and I didn't, they had the guts to do it and the energy to do it. Good on 'em.
25 years of solid public service to Her Majesty's Government of the day. I can't believe it. Apparently, neither can my Department since it hasn't said anything to me. Years ago it was celebrated, letters were issued and gifts awarded. These days I *think* I can apply for a 'long service award'. The onus is on me to apply and I'll look up what I have to do when I have time next week. Long service isn't necessarily thought of as a good thing these days - a portfolio of skills is more valuable. The fact that I've acquired a significant portfolio of skills while in the Service is irrelevant these days. Ho hum. That's life.
Anyway, happy anniversary to me!
Macy Gray at IndigO2
Tonight was the turn of Macy Gray to amaze and amuse at the IndigO2 out in Greenwich and she was on truly stonking form! I saw her 3 - 4 years ago at Shepherds Bush so it was nice to have a reprise show. She was on promptly at 9pm and played a nicely paced and judged set for just over 1 1/2 hours, backed by a great five-piece band and two great backing singers in pink fringed go-go dresses. Macy was in a black trouser suit with sargeant stripes on on sleeve. I wanted her to wear something psychedelic but maybe that phase is in the past.
Macy is, of course, mad, but it's the madness of genius, the madness of a visionary, the madness of an artist. She told us we were beautiful. She told us to lean back our heads so we could scream at God. She told us to shake our collective booty (mine was wiggling in my seat). She gave us a lesson in screams - the scream when you're running away from someone, the scream when you're fucking and the scream when Macy Gray is on-stage. O yes. And when she wasn't enthralling us with her next tale (it's comforting to know that she didn't have the shits today) she enthralled us with her wonderfully expressive voice and her total control of her environment - the stage and the auditorium.
The setlist was carefully constructed to cover her career to date but it's what she did with the songs and how she mixed and matched them that really enhanced the show. She went down the reggae route on a few songs that I'd never thought of in the context of a reggae treatment. And how did she squeeze in a couple of verses of 'Do Ya Think I'm Sexy' (yes, the Rod Stewart classic), 'Groove Is In The Heart', and the best version I've ever heard of 'Creep', a heavy funk dup version (yes, even better than Amanda Palmer's version, but Amanda does it with ukelele and tutu and that gets additional presentational points).
Macy has her own collection of classics, of course, and these were well represented. My personal favourites were a massive, extended version of 'Demons', the marvellous 'Sexual Revolution' which is designed to get everyone's freak on, the madness of 'Oblivion' when the roadies came on with extra cymbals and lyrics on paper, and she closed with an extended 'I Try' (of course).
Macy is a very charming lady and gives good show. She only swore a few times (a mild disappointment), is witty and, of course, has *that* marvellous voice. I liked her glitter mic stand, I liked the two singers who gave it some serious welly and shimmied and shook all over the stage and I liked the band who filled that space with sound. If you haven't seen Macy live yet then you really ought to - she's a force of nature.
Oh, and apologies for the pics taken with my phone ...
Macy is, of course, mad, but it's the madness of genius, the madness of a visionary, the madness of an artist. She told us we were beautiful. She told us to lean back our heads so we could scream at God. She told us to shake our collective booty (mine was wiggling in my seat). She gave us a lesson in screams - the scream when you're running away from someone, the scream when you're fucking and the scream when Macy Gray is on-stage. O yes. And when she wasn't enthralling us with her next tale (it's comforting to know that she didn't have the shits today) she enthralled us with her wonderfully expressive voice and her total control of her environment - the stage and the auditorium.The setlist was carefully constructed to cover her career to date but it's what she did with the songs and how she mixed and matched them that really enhanced the show. She went down the reggae route on a few songs that I'd never thought of in the context of a reggae treatment. And how did she squeeze in a couple of verses of 'Do Ya Think I'm Sexy' (yes, the Rod Stewart classic), 'Groove Is In The Heart', and the best version I've ever heard of 'Creep', a heavy funk dup version (yes, even better than Amanda Palmer's version, but Amanda does it with ukelele and tutu and that gets additional presentational points).
Macy has her own collection of classics, of course, and these were well represented. My personal favourites were a massive, extended version of 'Demons', the marvellous 'Sexual Revolution' which is designed to get everyone's freak on, the madness of 'Oblivion' when the roadies came on with extra cymbals and lyrics on paper, and she closed with an extended 'I Try' (of course).
Macy is a very charming lady and gives good show. She only swore a few times (a mild disappointment), is witty and, of course, has *that* marvellous voice. I liked her glitter mic stand, I liked the two singers who gave it some serious welly and shimmied and shook all over the stage and I liked the band who filled that space with sound. If you haven't seen Macy live yet then you really ought to - she's a force of nature.
Oh, and apologies for the pics taken with my phone ...
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