Pictures, pictures, pictures...

Well, my dears, I did try. In fact, I spent a ridiculous amount of time last night taking pictures of my arse, and by the time I was done, it was sore from having spent so long in a "self-portrait of arse" position. The problem is that the impressive bruising tends to centre around my tailbone and (how to phrase it delicately) crack area, and I just didn't feel that people really wanted to see that. Besides, I hadn't realised until last night how gross it really is, and I thought it might make people feel a bit off. Instead, I am posting a shot (taken with the digital zoom from my office window) of where the incident took place.



It's a bit hard to see here, but Alexandra Palace (Ally Pally, to us locals) is the large structure to the right of the church. Just out of interest, that tall tower is the old BBC tower, and it was the site of the transmisison of the first TV signal.

Anyways, the nurse who did my stitching and I were joking that my p*rn film career would never take off now, but if anyone finds my digital camera, it might be just the break I need!