I spent a year in Birmingham - 1968/69 - and this is one of my photos from that time. What strikes me is the lengths the architects have gone to in order to achieve straight lines and sharp angles only to have the look compromised by the random curves of concrete staining.

My parents, like so many young couples in the 1930s, were great motorbike enthusiasts. Motorbikes gave them the opportunity to discover the country in a way that had not been available to earlier generations. Here they are, proudly astride their Royal Enfield, in the late 1930s.

Some are watching the world fly by, all flashing lights and candy floss. Some are watching the ones who are watching, all woollen skirts and anoraks. Some are watching the photographers, all questions and no answers.

Thirty years ago, when The Lad was young, most years we would go to Tenby for our holidays. The castle-topped islands and the step-carved rocky tendrils always attracted me, they were like something out of an Enid Blyton book. And the sun always shone .... except for the times it was raining!

There's something slightly odd about this old Victorian Studio Cabinet Card, and it took me a few minutes before I realised what it was. It's almost as though the faces have been pasted on to a stock photo of three bodies or even placed through holes in life-size cardboard cut-outs. Perhaps photo manipulation isn't such … Continue reading 14 March 2024 : Pasty Faced