At last! Shit Party photos are online - all 500 of the buggers ;o)
I’ve finally got the Shit Party photos online - check them out on my Flickr photostream (here), or on the Shit Party website (mixed in with the other photographers’ photos) here.
Enjoy, darlings!
Posted by Alex on Fri 29th August 2008
A(nother) 2-second Ibiza update
Hello everyone,
I promise this will be a 2 second update. Promise!
- caught a beautiful sunset last night - pics on Facebook or on Flickr
- Steph blagged me in to Es Paradis for Pukka Up last night. Some cheesy tracks but good fun :o) Also got a card from the Pukka Up top photographer chap, but he seemed less than impressed at my messiness, and then I dropped his card on the floor in front of him, so I won’t be expecting a call back when I e-mail him… ;o)
- Steph’s also blagged me in to Es Paradis tonight for Clubland. More cheesyness, but SHE’S GOT ME PERMISSION TO BRING THE CAMERA IN! Get in!
- I’ve quit the photography job. The boss was, in all fairness, a total arse (those of you who have had to work for or with me in any capacity will no doubt be laughing at the irony of this karmic treatment by the Gods. What can I say… ;o)
- I’ve got to pop back to the YooKay this weekend to tie up a cock-up of mine. I may or may not be able to come back out to Ibiza, so I’m trying to enjoy the last couple of days here before it all goes Pete Tong… :o)
Hope you’re all well wherever you are!
Al & Steph
Posted by Alex on Wed 13th August 2008
Randomness, drunkenness, photos, mad dogs & Englishmen…
Ibiza is a land of contrasts and change. That’s probably a tired old cliché to anyone who’s spent more than two weeks in a row out here, but I thought it might be worth re-emphasising it anyway.
Last night I went from selling tickets (well, trying to), to selling photo keyrings (well, again, trying to). I’m a trainee for Foto Luis at the moment, and my job last night involved wandering round the bars and hotels of San An bay with the man himself, Luis, trying to convince people to buy a photo of themselves, either as a photo, or printed into a keyring.
The “contrasts and change” thing comes into the story after I finished work last night and, €55 better off, ended up in Viva with Steph drinking copious amounts of something alcoholic which stung my throat and made me feel very happy. There I got chatting to a girl - I have no idea what her name is - who is working for Ibiza Rocks in one of their highly sought-after PR jobs. When asked what she did before Ibiza, she said “I was a retail manager with eight years of experience … great money, great job, and I jacked it all in to come out here. I couldn’t be happier.”
That seems to be a pretty common story out here, especially with the more successful workers who can take home a few hundred euros each night - they might not be doing a job which is seen by employers back home as particularly worthwhile if you’re looking to slide your way up the greasy career pole, but the fact remains that common to everyone who comes out here looking for work is a desire to work their arses off, in many cases seven days a week, in exchange for only a couple of hours’ R&R and a reasonable pay packet. That said, no-one seems to be feeling particularly shafted. As my future flat-mate Nathan quipped yesterday, “we’re living the dream [in Ibiza]“.
In the face of all these hard-working people, I’m feeling quite overwhelmed. I think I need a lie down… Although that could equally have something to do with the lingering after-effects of last night’s brief-but-concentrated alcohol consumption…
We picked up the keys for the new flat yesterday, and I’ve got to wander over to the ferretaria (an ironmonger’s, not a ferret monger’s) later to get a copy cut for Steph. Tonight I’m going back to do another night of photography sales fun tonight. Luis wants me to print the keyrings there and then in the bars, which is a bit scary ‘cos the printer probably won’t handle being beer’d too well, so I might have to try and explain that doing them later and dropping them round to peoples’ hotels - as we do with printed photos - might be a better bet. Still, he’s the boss, and he’s paying me, so I’m not massively worried.
Steph did a trial with Shades bar last night. The owner (umm, I think she’s the owner anyway) Carly seems like a lovely English lass, and Steph seems to be making loads of new friends, so that’s definitely a Good Thing. I heard a couple of stories of PR/police hide-and-seek involving some of the Shades PRs, but nothing bad seems to happen (touch wood), so again that’s another Good Thing.
The only thing I’m missing is fresh fruit and veg, and the gym. Going to have to work on the food side of things before I turn into a pizza. The gym can wait a bit longer…
Life out here continues. Where are you? ;o)
p.s. more photos on Flickr and in the Adventures group photo gallery.
Al
Posted by Alex on Wed 6th August 2008
What is it with Canada at the moment?!
Right now it seems that everywhere I look, Canada is a hot topic of conversation as a potential place to emigrate, the latest must-see freshly-emerging cultural hotspot, or “miscellaneous other” place of interest. Why this is, I have not a clue - and I don’t mean this in a disparaging way, just that I simply have never noticed this level of pro-Canuck propaganda before.
The latest example in this apparently never-ending onslaught of glowing recommendations for the land where, so I’m told, every family has a penguin (presumably carrying out largely similar duties to British butlers of yesteryear…) is a move by PC Copperfield (of The Policeman’s Blog fame) from the UK’s police service to Canada’s, which he reports glowingly on here.
Anyway, the point of this entry, if there is actually a point, is this rather disturbing article in the Daily [Hate] Mail which attempts to bring some balance back to the Canada argument in a rather blunt manner. I think you can probably judge what I mean by “disturbing” when I tell you that the article’s author, none other than Philip Delves Broughton - a man whose name is possibly the poshest thing I’ve seen all day, imparts to his readership the “fact”* that beavers, the animal which represents Canada (much like Britain’s lion, Mr Broughton tells us with great emphasis), are known to bite off their own testicles.
Classy stuff… Anyway, a Happy (belated) Canada Day, and to take your mind off that nastyness, here are some excellent pics of Montreal by David Giral on Flickr.
* In quotes because I can’t bring myself to do a Google to find out whether beavers actually do maim themselves in this way. I mean, c’mon, it’s horrible enough just to think about it… Ew.
Posted by Alex on Fri 11th July 2008
Pugwash, monkeys, brass monkeys, stupidity, bitchin’, geekery, and guilt-free holiday
Apologies for the 50-in-1 update, but I've got loads of equally important (or, if you're a normal human being, equally boring) things to ramble on about…
Posted by Alex on Wed 26th March 2008
The week in pics…
Woohoo - my new sub arrived. Bugger - it's been dropped in transit and totally ruined. How many stamps does a 30KG package need to get to Germany? >-(
Posted by Alex on Thu 28th February 2008
Today, I have mainly been…
… taking random photos:
Indian Summer at the Union - woo, sunshine!!
Students enjoy the sunshine with a drink outside in the sun. Colder weather is forecast for tomorrow, though :o(
Ideas and photography
Jacob, news editor, drafts ideas for the reorganisation of our online news content.
On screen you can see Aperture displaying one of yesterday's photos of the CopyShop clothing range.
My desk is a busy place during the day…
New toys!
Ooh, new toys for Pure FM! The student radio station's brand new audio recorder arrives on my desk.
The speakers in the background are my desk set-up, running off a decommissioned 700W PA amp from the nightclub venue across the road
Posted by Alex on Tue 12th February 2008
A smashing time…
In a fit of domesticity last week I decided to take advantage of the flatmate being away and did some hoovering, tidying and, the cause of my undoing, a little bit of wiping-of-flat-surfaces. With my hands still damp from cleaning the cooker, I lifted - successfully - and tried to move - unsuccessfully - the big bowl full of decorative glass beads (ok, so I'm an Ikea victim - get over it… ;o).
This was the unfortunate result, as my freshly-hoovered floor saw an explosion of hundreds of glass beads and a very broken bowl…
And my favourite…
Bugger!
Posted by Alex on Sun 10th February 2008
St. Paul’s Cathedral at night
Guess I got lucky with this pic - St. Paul's by night from Southbank:
:o)
Posted by Alex on Mon 28th January 2008
