The mystery photographs

Friday night was another typically surreal Carnival Collective gig. This time we played at the cricket ground in Hove for a match between Sussex and Surrey. We paraded around the field before the match and at half-time.

I was being hit in the head with a flag by the young flag-wavers who were behind us as we paraded around. They seemed to get more support than we did, as did the mascot, a rabbit or something! The biggest reaction we got from the crowd took the form of someone throwing a chip at us! After watching the game, most of which was spent queing for food in the car park, me and my friend Sam retired to the pub.

And stayed there until closing time.

Then we thought it would be a good idea to go down the seafront to carry on drinking, watching the huge waves crash in.

It was my friend Simon's birthday so we went and found him at someone's flat where Sam got into a play fight, with boxing gloves, with a girl there! We were all having a go at boxing - me punching (if you can call it that) Simon's palms.

Anyway, what all this is leading to is that I was quite drunk when we all went our own ways at about 2 in the morning. I had a good few miles to walk home and was too drunk to deal with taxis and thought the walk would be good for me (drunk reasoning if ever I heard it!). So I stumbled homeward. I seemed to be walking forever! It was a long and tedious walk and wasn't helped by me weaving across the pavement.

So I finally got back home and spent Saturday watching Clerks and then six Monty Python videos in a row!

A couple of days later I looked at my camera and found these strange photos on it. I took the camera to our gig but didn't take any photos. I must have got bored on my stumble home and found the camera in my bag and taken these shots!

I wonder what was going through my head when I was taking them? And how did I manage to get a fairly clear shot of the double-yellows when all the others are blurred? More importantly, why did I think that double-yellows would make such a good photograph that I actually stopped and concentrated on taking it?

Juxtaposition of scaffolding, Regency terraces and moon behind clouds.

Self-portrait with blur.

A car going by.

Bollard and telephone box.

No Parkin'