Judge as you wish to be judged.

You have one life to live. Live it as yourself.

Upon reaching my 40’s I realised that I wanted to actually be myself, and not conform to the standards laid down by others and I now respect others in their choices.
I used to be one of those people who made remarks about people’s appearance, and yet now when someone shares a photo of someone pierced/tattooed on Facebook with a snide comment (usually “describe this person in one word”) I read past all the ones saying “weirdo” and “unemployable” and I add “individual”.
For the record, the last person who judged me when I wore latex and made a snarky remark then in a different time and different place spent ages asking me about it and what it’s like to wear. They then couldn’t wait to try my PVC suit jacket on!

Hawking around?

Our across the road neighbour came across this morning – it appears he had some sort of bird of prey stuck and tangled in a tree behind his house.

When Hannah and I got over there we found a Harris Hawk, complete with jessies and ring, had become tangled in a hawthorn tree.

We managed to cut some branches around the hawk and rescued it.

The poor thing is now at the vets being cared for and hopefully will be returned to it’s owner at some point in the next few days.

Off topic:

Why don’t itunes allow me to remove the DRM from my existing purchased tracks?

God it’s annoying my tits off now….

Meanwhile, todays’s 365 days picture involved me dragging out the old silver PVC trousers. Now I remember why I don’t wear PVC trousers any more… they’re hot, sweaty, and they get very smelly!

They do look rather cool though, especially when composited into a really superb background in a sorta turn of the last century/Gothic way.

I did a lot of work on this one (and discovered just how much processor time is required to run certain Script-Fu in GIMP) but it was well worth it. I’m really enjoying playing around with the GIMP now.

Rotherham Rocks? – it’s on Friday… and Saturday. I’m sort of looking forward to it, but sort of dreading it in a way. I always get this way though – it’s a big event and a lot of preparation goes into it… this year is no exception.

Should I wear the silver trousers? – no – bollocks to that!