hey So the day has dawned - sun shining, breeze blowing, birds singing, waves crashing. Time to go to the dentist again. And undoubtedly get chewed out about my rancid teeth, or something. And then... the drill. As long as it's the frenetic high-pitched drill-on-crack and not the slow, grinding, drill-bored-stiff I can probably handle it ok. And then I am heading again beachwards, cameras in tow, to catch some rays and snap some postcardy trendy pictures. Maybe get some kite-surfers out in the bay - who knows? Took about 18 exposures Saturday night at half-time during the England-Wales football match of the new trendy Italian-inspired apartment block-secure complex thingy going up over the road from us. The existing building, a very 80s white trendily-shaped item, housing the mainframes for a banking group, is being half-demolished with the new place being built on top of the bits which are not being knocked dowm. Or something - Either way, there is rubble and girders and all sorts of devastation-looking stuff all over the show, with a few flowers opportunely (and not very cleverly. But that's vegetation for you) growing on the sand which is being used to mix cement and shit. So I went kinda trigger-happy and snapped all sorts of angles with the sun and The Mountain as backdrops and overexposed girders-in-repose and whatever. Get the spool back tomorrow hopefully (because I intend to finish it this afternoon) and will undoubtedly be disappointed with the results. Frankly, I need an Imax camera and the cinematographer of Titanic to get the sort of sweeping epic pictures I see in my head. In case nobody knew, Superman actor Christopher Reeve passed away yesterday from heart failure. Ironically, he appeared in Smallville on our screens last week. I hate bearing bad tidings. -d- . ****Later that day...**** okay so The dentist was pretty shiit. Something wrong with the sharp array of hooked metallic nightmares that he uses and there was no water pressure in the drills and stuff, so it was kinda crappy. Got drilled anyway; with the slow grindy shiitty one too. Then popped in to the hygienist for a clean and polish - it used to be Sandy, the dear sweet old lady. Now it's Christine. The hot, spunky dark-blonde very young perky friendly sharp efficient pretty lovely funky adorable one. Hot damn is she hot! Damn! And then I did indeed scoot up to the beach, but the southeaster is howling, so after just a few minutes I bailed to come back to work. Man, that sucks!