It’s December, and I got to spend the night with a highly intoxicated Cat in the Hat.
I also had an epic beard for some of the night.
People loved that cat for some reason.
Even when it was on the floor.
Here’s Gemma being attacked.
I’ve managed to get a bit of a reputation for smashing up bits of my cameras at work and then repairing them myself. This time, however, it’s gone too far. As well as a cracked battery grip that is held together with gaffa tape, the electronics failed spectacularly – refusing to pick up memory cards, and finally giving up the ghost completely. I have a spare obviously, but it’s a bit of a nightmare over Christmas… the busiest time of year…
Hopefully my insurance will give me a nice replacement, but the excess cost is probably going to wipe me out. We’ll see!
Charlotte managed to get my hoody back to me. it now smells of her.
Pesky cat.
