Pictures of inspiration

After traipsing around the insipid streets of Sheffield I was highly inspired by its mundane and wishy washy attitude towards life. Tourists fill the streets in vain hope they'll see something "British" and "outstanding" yet all I see are drunken middle aged men looking for a fuck. The cobbled streets although are fantastic so I concentrated every last effort onto finding the inspiration I needed in them, sadly I could not.

Again, in hope to find something awakening which would arrouse my impulse to write I intruded into a somewhat magical pub. Alhough men again walked around with broad Yorkshire accents disrespecting anything of the oposite gender, I did disguise the feminist in me. The atmosphere was grimey yet welcoming.


Here are the pictures I snapped.

7:56PM - My infaxuation with contrasting lifestyles and images again brought me to take a picture that would of better be left unsaid. The rotting paint and dirt covered floor around the toilet is a high contrast to the squeeky clean bleached toilet seat and lid. I am glad they take interest in the germs that could infect your skin.

2:29PM - The mens toilet was outside. The fantastic Roman colours of white and red made me think of the warrior Yorkshire men battling it out to get the best cubicle.

3:43PM - The lights refraction is always something that has compelled me to look further. A man could be brutally murdered past the window but all your mind would be realising is the fraction of light and the sheer fantastic cut of the glass.

9:26PM - On the way back to the interval a very interesting, layered sort of gemtleman offered that I took his picture for change. I accepted the offer in vain hope that he wouldn't go to the local dealer again and jack himself up with laced heroin.