The Premier Photographer of the Three Bridge Kingdom

One of my photos of London as Hoth ended up migrating from the semi-secret photo blog into the local paper. This may have less to do with my merits as a snapper than I would like to think given I live with the publication’s deputy editor. Nepotism is such a dirty word.

My little moment of glory was further diminished by the fact the picture was incorrectly credited to Surreal Girl. Not only did she upstage me by getting her own Hoth shot on the top of page five, she stole my chance to be recognised as the premier photographer of the Three Bridge Kingdom. I am crushed.

Atomic Sun Smile

I think I have more than fulfilled any contractual obligations to mention 1001 Ridiculous Ways To Die on English Dreaming, English Rain. Unless something startling happens when we begin to publicise it in Australia, this will be its last mention in the blog. Before it is officially retired as a topic, there is the matter of saying thank you.

Before I print the acknowledgements as they appear in the book, there a few extra people to thank. Firstly there is my editor, Roland, for gig itself. Then there are The Dove and Jeff Edmundson, who provided both writing soundtracks and the sustaining support of friendship. Most of all, there is Matt Adams. The book is truly a joint work and co-authoring with him made the whole writing process a lot less lonely and massively more fun than usual.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

David would like to thank:

Surreal Girl, who despite the five broken ribs, falls down stairs and death threats is always there to hold my hand and make the world a better place with an atomic sun smile and a cup of tea; Tim, Stephen and Sean – brothers by other mothers; and Dickon, the only man I know likely to die a more ridiculous death than me.

The Nomenclature of Discretion

This is my blog. If I make an arse of myself in it, I am to blame for my own naming and shaming. However, there is a need for sensible obfuscation when it comes to mentioning certain real world people who may feature in this dance of words. I’ve been finding nomenclature of discretion confusing. I know two friends with the initials AC, two with the initials RW. There’s only one Dickon, but if I say Richard, I could be referring to potentially three different people.

To counter this, I’ve devised the following rules of thumb. Friends and associates who have to some degree put themselves in the public domain, such as authors, may be named in full, everyone else gets initials, a single name or nicknames that would require both an in-depth knowledge of my social scene and the application of some logic to make a good guess at who they were in the real world. People who share names and initials will be able to work out who they are from the blog because they will know where they have been. Other readers should be able to tell them apart because the total confusion of something like knowing three Richards will become the potential confusion of Richard, RW and Swiss Tony.

Anyway, today one of the ACs agreed to be given the moniker Surreal Girl (better than another potential name for her - Forthright Aussie), so I might be able at last to post up an entry on Wednesday evening a little later