Christopher Graham

I can’t finish my two deserts. First world problems.

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 17:18:38 +0100

I can’t finish my two deserts. First world problems.

Happy birthday to oneself. I love my colleagues. That is all.

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 14:52:51 +0100

Happy birthday to oneself. I love my colleagues. That is all.

Blast from the past

Sun, 05 May 2013 12:19:43 +0100

Blast from the past

“I wanted to be significant” - Claire Underwood.

Sat, 04 May 2013 10:36:00 +0100

“I wanted to be significant”

- Claire Underwood.

Photo

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 00:05:44 +0100

Photo

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 00:02:47 +0100

Shopping cures (most) ills

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 19:38:53 +0100

Shopping cures (most) ills

Gayest writing set ever…

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 16:44:15 +0100

Gayest writing set ever…

Farm Park Lark

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 21:18:58 +0100

Yesterday we went to Mabie Farm Park for some lunch and so the children could see the animals. I probably had as much fun as the children; it’s been about 20 years since I’ve been to any place like that.

Controversy.

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 22:11:00 +0000

So… am I in the minority when I say I feel a bit sorry for Vicky Price?

I’m not saying justice shouldn’t have run its course, but 8 months for something that happened 10 years ago and was, in effect, a victimless crime, seems overkill. I know people who’ve got off with substantially less for almost killing people.

This whole melodrama of her and Huhne being sent to prison is the result of her plotting revenge on a man who must have severely, and perhaps irrevocably, damaged her.

“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves” - Confucius

"My gut tells me everything I need to know."

Sun, 10 Mar 2013 15:59:48 +0000

“My gut tells me everything I need to know.”

- Olivia Pope

faustus-syndrome: ‘Damages‘ Season 2, Episode 2 - ‘Burn It,...

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 23:02:22 +0000

faustus-syndrome:

‘Damages‘
Season 2, Episode 2 - ‘Burn It, Shred It, I Don’t Care‘

When I am through with you,There won’t be anything left.

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 23:00:08 +0000

When I am through with you,
There won’t be anything left.

Photo

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 21:48:23 +0000

"Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it"

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 21:27:21 +0000

“Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it”

- Henry V, Shakespeare

p-uma: onewhositswiththeturtles: f-airytaless: this picture...

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 23:30:57 +0000

p-uma:

onewhositswiththeturtles:

f-airytaless:

this picture should have more then the amounts of notes it has, this shows us that not ever thing is “picture perfect” and that behind that smile and those eyes there is fear . So i beg you to please reblog this instead of a pair of shoes, someone smoking a blunt, and clothes … because this picture is literally worth 1,000 words

This is insanely powerful.

lizywkim:

wow, please reblog this.

Oh Lord, the amount of power in this picture

When I scrolled down and saw the second picture I felt my stomach actually drop.

*tearing up*

holy shit

A blast from the past

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 01:36:40 +0000

I was in Glasgow City Centre on a dark and overcast Sunday afternoon, yet I as dressed as if I was going to work. As I walked past the St Enoch Centre, I noticed the first guy I ever loved (his name was Chris) walking in a different direction with a girl. She was a bit younger than him. We made eye contact and she asked what I wanted.
“Oh, sorry. I er… you look like someone I know.” I said. They moved off, him having not noticed me, and I kept walking. I felt down after seeing him and so decided some retail therapy would perk me up. Happening upon a computer shop, I entered.

The man behind the desk was someone I know via work. I was surprised to see him, but as he recognized me we had a friendly chat. I said I wanted to buy a new computer and he said he’d put something together for me. The door to the shop opened again and in came Chris and his friend again. This time he saw me and we ended up having a polite, carefully thought out conversation. I started to feel uncomfortable, and told the shop worker I’d be back later for the computer. I then left.

Then, I was waking up in a strange bed. It seemed to be night, and I didn’t recognize the room. It seemed somewhat old fashioned and a television was blaring somewhere else in the house. I was alarmed to realise I was totally naked, and all my clothes were heaped in a pile on the floor. The man from the shop entered the bedroom, offering me cheese and onion crisps. I declined and asked how I came to be there.

“You were really drunk, so Chris and his friend and some Irish guy brought you back here.” He explained.

That seemed unlikely, which only served to amplify my anxiety. He left the room and I jumped out of bed to get dressed. I started to wonder if he’d done something to me in the shop that had incapacitated me. Looking out of the window, I didn’t recognize any of the buildings. Realising my phone could tell me exactly where I was, I started to look for it, and upon finding it, discovered that it was out of power.

I began to feel even more agitated. A buzzer/siren noise suddenly started, but it seemed to be coming from all around me. I couldn’t identify the source of it. Leaving the bedroom, I tried to go down a set of stairs towards what looked like a door.

Half way down, I tripped over my jeans and went sailing down the stairs, only to wake up (for real) in bed to hear the doorbell going.

Indeed.

Thu, 17 Jan 2013 20:31:53 +0000

Indeed.

Favourites

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 22:18:18 +0000

Inspired by this page on the White House website, I went through all of the photos I took in 2012 and picked out my favourites. I’ve put a little description below each one.

Glasgow Necropolis, January.

My friend Johnny on the Mackintosh Tower of The Lighthouse. March.

My best friend Adam standing on a rock during our first hillwalk of the year. March.

Statue of the first First Minister of Scotland, at the top of Buchanan Street. April

At the end of another hillwalk in May, David, Rory and Connor have a snooze in the bar we retired to for dinner and a drink.

Glasgow Green, May.

My best friend in Brittany, France. May.

My friend Lyndsey in Brittany. May.

This photo isn’t one of mine. My friend’s son Connor took it. The girl is his sister, Nimah, who made a grab for the camera as he pressed the shutter.

Nimah again, disagreeing with the necessity to be strapped into this high chair in the restaurant we had dinner. Vannes, May.

When walking in Vannes, we came across an empty children’s play park in the early evening. Emboldened by two or three beers at dinner, I asked Connor to photograph me once I reached the top of this climbing frame, and here’s what we got.

My friend Lauren during a walk around Kelvingrove Museum and Art Gallery.

Jillian during the evening in June that the Olympic Torch passed through Glasgow.

My friend Catherine and I tried to climb the Olympic Rings one evening in early July.

A crystal in The Hunterian museum. July.

During a walk in early August, Nimah ran around a field while three cows watched her. I like this because it looks like she’s running from them.

When we arrived in Amsterdam in August and got a train into the city centre, I saw these two women waiting on a platform. I couldn’t understand why one woman had her fingers in her ears until the train sudden zoomed right through the station in about three seconds.

This is Jessie, my friend Lyndey’s grandmother. I happened to press the shutter as she pulled this face. August.

Nev in Amsterdam, August.

My best friend and I on river cruise in Amsterdam, August.

A misfocus while trying to photograph Adam and Gemma, but I liked how it turned out.

For once I managed to capture Gordon smiling. August.

Evie had an afternoon of sheer joy in September running into swarms of pigeons.

Dusk in September on the Broomielaw, Glasgow

In October, we had a road trip to St Andrews. This is Chii, King, James, Gordon and myself in the graveyard behind the ruins of St Andrews Cathedral.

And us again on the stone pier.

Two of my colleagues share a laugh during a drinks reception in October.

Whitelee Wind Farm from an Easyjet flight in November.

One of the pyramids of the Louvre. November.

A boy poses for a photograph outside the Louvre, November.

The Eiffel Tower seen from a river cruise, November.

My flatmates and I on Christmas Day.

Glasgow Green, December.

My friend Dustin, December.

My best friend and his friends from university. Hogmanay.

It's handled.

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 18:44:13 +0000

I think I may have found a worthy successor to Patty Hewes.

Enter Olivia Pope, crisis management guru to the wealthy and needy, former mistress to the President of the United States, former White House Communications Director, and general all-round fixer:

Like Patty, Olivia will do anything to win. Sometimes she makes mistakes, though, and that’s ok because she’s still human. Cold, and calculating but still human.

Oh, and possibly even more badass than Patty: it looks like she and some of her cohorts are guilty of conspiring to rig a presidential election!