Haje’s Brain

The other day, I had an interesting discussion in the pub with someone; they called me a ‘nerd’ and then immediately apologised profusely, which had me laughing – call me a dork (actually, no, don’t; that’s not one of my self-identifying traits), but being called a ‘geek’ or a ‘nerd’ is perfectly fine by me. Hell; The geek shall inherit the earth; it says so in the holy book.

Anyway; Via my freelancing work, I seem to be giving people on advice about lots of things which has nothing to do with my official area of expertise, which is being a writer. Specifically, I appear to have carved myself out a niche as a writer about photography; I’ve written, edited, and ghost-written a whole series of books on the subject, and am as we speak (technically, writing this article should probably be labelled as ‘procrastination’, but feh, the deadline is still SEVERAL HOURS away, so all is well in Hajeworld), writing another book, and doing a metric arse-tonne of freelance work as well. (more…)

It’s a warm night after a long day of not much but rain. On the bus, the windows on the upper deck are completely foggy, and only the most optimistic (or least secure) of bus passengers decided to make a half-hearted attempt at picking a fight against the persistent mist on the windows.

My last step up the stairs to the top part of the double-decker bus is interrupted by the sudden jolt as the (as usually, hopelessly inept) bus driver cuts off a cyclist as he rolls the multiple-tonne colossus of steel, glass and flesh into action again.

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