I’ve been spending more time looking at the world around me over the past month trying to find a strong image for the album cover. Last week, Freya and I took a trip to Greenwich, the old home, and she snapped photos for a couple of hours with her digital SLR and medium format. The ‘proper’ pics we won’t see for a while, and I’m sure the ones of me will make me look like a complete cockspanker. To make things even more metaphysical, and I’m not even sure I used that in the correct context, I took pictures of her taking pictures for the album sleeve. Pointless, but still rather amusing as we got utterly soaked in the pissing Sunday rain.

Bizarrely enough, there are sphinx(es) in Crystal Palace park, the picture here is one I took on the old mobile. In the same year as Albert Fish’s execution at Sing Sing prison, 1936, the Crystal Palace burned to the ground. Not much is left there except steps and wire fences now. I took about 10 pictures there recently as the remains of what was probably something quite splendid didst intrigue me. Definitely the sort of place we’ll have to troupe back to to do really naff posed band shots. Cringe.

Freya went beyond the call of duty. She was attacked by midgies down by the Thames (the picture of that is priceless but I won’t be uploading it). Interesting aside: the street sign on the left is CROWLEYS WHARF. How he got a bit of street named after him, I’ll never know.

Final mixes should be done in the next few weeks! W00t!