mirror man

This hair-drying contraption is in the window of a hairdressers in Wales. Don’t worry.  They don’t use these head-frying things any more. It’s a retro window to make you smile… and be grateful that things have moved on since then.

What would Julia Gillard’s hairdresser partner make of it, I wonder?  I know what I made of her speech taking on Mr Misogyny in the Australian parliament. Wonderful. And to Tony Abbott, go take a hike (don’t forget your mirror).

Babee!

Street photography is not without incident. In a mid-Welsh town I snapped this gentleman (let’s call him Danny). Later I saw him go into an alley where he bent down and undid the dog’s lead. Was this to facilitate toileting? Next thing, the dog is running out of the alley towards me. ‘Catch her,’ bellowed Danny, shaking a stick at me. I’d noticed that the dog had black things (worms?) around its bottom and I was not keen to get close. Besides there was no lead to grab hold of, only the dog’s collar. ‘What’s her name?’ I asked. ‘Babee. Catch her!’ So, I took off down the road, calling ‘Babee, Babee’ and each time I drew level, the corgi waddled off. When it ran into the road, I felt it was time to leave as Danny shouted at someone else: ‘Catch her!’ Next day the man on sticks, pipe clamped between teeth, the dog on lead set off once more…