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Through Näkki Goranin’s Facebook page, I found Fotoautomatica a photobooth company in Italy. They very kindly sent me this wonderful strip of photobooth photos. You can find their page on Facebook at They have posted lots of photo strips from chemical booths and images of many old booths. I am guessing that hiring out photobooths is their business but as I don’t read Italian, I am only guessing.

I am always thinking about my blog and excited about any new photos I may take or find. Unfortunately my health is extremely poor at the moment. I have been finding it hard to read other blogs lately, let alone post on mine, so it is time for a formal break until things improve. I hope I will be well enough to get back on task again very soon.

Meanwhile this recent pic, taken when on my way to visit yet another specialist, pretty well sums up how I am feeling about stopping the blog.  I am lucky, as I can still get a lot out of my limited energy, thus this series of pics doesn’t sum up how I feel about my life, which despite everything, is exciting and interesting in its own unique way.

The new “do” requires some explanation. After having taken three years to grow out the last one, I swore I would never get a dye-job again.

Last week, Mum decided I needed a haircut (as mums do) and, as I couldn’t be fagged making the appointment, she lined one up and sent me off. The situation of being in thrall to my mother’s opinion about my “coiff”, is as much a symptom of my infirmity as due to the fact that I HATE hairdressers. I swore black and blue that I would return with a light trim almost indistinguishable from the shag I was sporting. However as I have no defences against flattery, and NO sales resistance whatsoever, I was wooed into accepting the above style. Hmmm.

AFTER the dye was on, the owner, who had been the force behind the obsequious fawning that lead to my being held prisoner to the chemicals for three hours, came over and threw in the following statement for good measure, “That grey hair was doing you no favours. It was making you look so old”. In front of 6 pensioners, I loudly told him that if he had said that before the process had begun, I would have told him to fuck off. Ahhh, how he laughed! How strange of him to think I was joking…

On the day of the event, I posted on Facebook the Photocabine series you can see above. I did so, as much as anything, because my friend Marcelle told me to!  I was overwhelmed by all the comments from my, hitherto undeclared, legions of admirers. I was especially thrilled by the comment of my brother -in-law, Timo, who is now my favourite person in the multiverse. He thought I looked younger than when we first met 14 years ago. Yes, I am a true sucker for a compliment!

Hasta luego a todos. I will be back asap with more pics and ramblings.

PS The hair was only straightened temporarily. I am way too fond of my monstrous mop-head to farewell it for long.

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