Mr Miyage is a hack.

This is about one sixth of my parent's bonsai garden. They have nearly 200 all together and they won't give me one. Bastards.
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Because Hollywood has broken my heart too many times...

Did you know that we have approximately 6 years until Back to the Future 2 becomes a total lie? That's right, we have 6 years to produce hover boards, flying cars and jackets with built in driers. More frightening, only 6 years for this here hat to become fashionable.

Obviously, those pioneers of fashion, indie kids are trying their best, but i fear tight trousers and complicated hair are leading them in the wrong direction. This cap is not the past. It is not the 80s. It is the future.

I don't resent them for their retro ways. It's history repeating, it always happens. If I had my way, pastel linen suits with the sleeves rolled up and slicked back hair would be right back at the forefront, but if we are to make wearing this hat acceptable, we need to get on the case.

People, we need this.
Be part of the solution.

This hat must be part of our lives.

More photos, though these are lower tier compared to the earlier ones.

These are some of my first efforts at taking proper photos, not just snaps.
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Heh, this is all the rage on Twitter. Come to me my followers, come to me.

This is my tweet (@nettofabulous) on the Evening Standard website...as such I have gathered 3 more followers. Good times.
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This is an excerpt from the PopBitch Email...brilliant.

Lord Delawdy writes: "A friend of mine was in Los Angeles 79 thru 87. Michael Jackson had had a huge hit with Off The Wall, and was recording the follow up. "The sessions were arranged for a very late start, and, after a night on the town, my mate popped around to the studio to see the producer. "He got into the control room to find that everyone's attention was fixed on the glass window. On the other side, Quincy Jones was kicking a pile of rags on the floor while shouting "Silent, you motherfucker! I said NO SQUEAKS!" "It turned out the pile of rags was a gibbering Michael Jackson. They were recording a new song called Billie Jean, and Michael had decided to fill every gap with his trademark whoops, clicks and squeaks. Quincy, however, had decided that the track would be a pared down. "After several hours of trying to get the singer to do what he wanted, and having consumed large quantities of ragedust, Jones had finally snapped and attacked the poor freak. Needless to say, after the outburst, MJ sang the song how he was told to, and the rest is history."
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I need to blog some more...

...But this will have to do in the mean time.
I am a frustrated photographer. What I want to achieve is beyond my skill set.
These are ok though...I think.
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I used to do lots of photo things.
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