Not signed in (Sign In)   1.  (11026.1)     The Rules:
2.  (11026.2)     No Fun      Story of my sodding life. The
weather is crap. No snow, just really cold and dreary. I decided
not to let it beat me; I also wanted to do at least one thing
this weekend that wasn't a frantic and largely futile attempt to
keep on top of work. So I drove down to the sea, Hayling Island,
for a stroll on the shore and to take some bleak seascapes. All
very well. Then I knocked the tripod over and smashed my lens.
I'd been really stupid and taken the skylight filter off it,
which was dirty, thinking I wasn't really going to go far and I
had nothing to clean it with. And so blam. Instead of a cheap
filter to replace, the lens is totalled. Front element is
fucked. I paid £200 (added it to my already large debt mountain)
for it and had it all of six weeks. Thankfully the camera is OK,
but this kind of shit seems to happen to me every single fucking
time I get off my arse and try and do something useful? Whether
it's mending