Twelve Months Twenty-Four Photos. Numbers Twenty-Three and Twenty-Four - December

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And, there we go, done. I very nearly didn't take any photos last month. Nothing until Christmas certainly. I thought this moght have to be 'Twelve Months Twenty-Two Photos'. It's not that I didn't do stuff last month it's just that it was mainly low-key, hanging around with friends or going to the cinema to see 'The Hobbit 2: Draconic Boogaloo'. Visiting Tate Britain last Sunday was as much about wanting to see something either there or between there and home to finish this off as it was curiosity about the new look of the place. It's nice. I'm not sure why they felt they needed a new non-disabled friendly staircase in the building but I hope they will be very happy together.

For someone who writes a journal (who has written a journal for about nineteen years) remembering what I've actually done doesn't come naturally and photos are often the visual cue I need, months later, to remember where I went.

I want to write more this year, the thing on Fantastic Four I did was an attempt to kick the writers block I have by writing about something I like, and to try and avoid the habit of falling back into slagging things off for being bad. That happens a lot, and there's people out there that do it a lot better than I could hope (Linkara and Diamanda Hagan are two I enjoy a lot) so I'll leave it to them. I have a number of series I want to write about it and when I sat down in 2013 it just didn't happen. Setting targets invites failure and I'm not going to beat myself up, but if I get to next December's '12M24P' and there's at least twelve entries on something between here and there I'll be happy.