So little time…

I'm going to take two pictures: one of myself from the front, the other from the back. With no clothes on, except a pair of underwear. And I'll ask Kevin to cut my head out (because I don't want the people at Snappy Snaps laughing at me when I go collect them.)

It's an idea to see, 6 months from now, how my body changes from all this gym business.

Then I'll take the pictures (the befores and afters) and sell them to the Diet Industry. I'll use the money to fly Huge Jackman over here, plop him into my bathtub filled up with Coke, and have a merry-go-round feast!

You are welcome to watch! I'll be transmitting it all over the Net.

Radiodead

Bruno wrote to me today… he got fired. He says we can still get the Radiohead review published, but it will be short and dependant on how the gig's photos come out.

It's a bummer. I told him I didn't mind selling some old vinyls if he finds them in Brazil and sends them to me. You can fetch good prices in London if they are classic stuff.

Seems like my career as a Stringer is coming to an end.