The staff of Big Camera love me. And why not, I am very loveable. I am greeted with big smiles, greetings and a wai from everyone whenever I go near their store; but the affection may not be totally due to my adorable personality.

Over the years I have directed large amounts of cash in their direction in exchange for assorted photographic goods; expenditure which has spiked over the past year or so with the arrival of the E-M1. I bought one, and I arranged for Nik to acquire one, and Kevin to buy two. Then I purchased one on behalf of The Son to take advantage of a deal they were running; then he arrived and promptly bought another for his friend in the UK. We arranged a little display of the latest silver acquisitions witht my black model:

Before The Son headed out to Thailand, he asked if I would like anything from the UK. As both genuinej and Kevin had recently supplied me with Twiglets, I was not sure if I needed anything; but then I remembered the Turkish Delight that my grandfather used to procure for Xmas, so I suggested a box might be appropriate.

This is what he brought:

At current rates of consumption, we will be eating Turkish Delight until March. *

Suspended service is being briefly unsuspended to bring you our traditional Xmas pussy shot:

Captured by my wife on her phone while I was having a post-lunch poo and therefore unable to use my camera, this festive offering features an extremely pissed off cat. Enjoy!

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2014-12-25 | Karl Ninaus says

Haha, we really enjoyed this pic, it made our day. This face expression is well worth an Oscar. Greetings from a loooong time regular reader

The arrival of Xmas has in the past, meant nothing. I used to work on Xmas day when in Bangkok, she who must be obeyed worked on that day, and we long ago gave up on the idea of presents or any sort of decoration.

But this year it’s different, because The Son and his lady arrive tomorrow for a couple of weeks and so I thought we should make an effort. A toxic tree was purchased which left my hand red and itchy after erecting it; and assorted gaudy baubles and flashing lights (with optional music) have been wrapped around the festering festive mess. It’s delightfully tacky, so unpleasant in fact that the cat refuses to pose in front of it; so no cat Christmas shot this year.