Is a pound a pound?

Is it okay to work for a paper you don't really approve of? It's sort of like that age old question. 'Did good people work on the construction of the Death Star?'. I've had to think about that a bit today.

Also is important is 'what would you do for money?'. I often talk to my friends in the adult industry about how they ended up doing what they do, not in a preachy way just trying to understand the steps you have to take to get there. It seems that it's a gradual process. First you do one little thing because someone pays you, and then you do something else as well for a bit more cash and so on.

I say this because I'm doing a photoshoot in oh about 10 minutes. This is a shoot for a feature about, well women. Women not being very spiffing. I will try and make it light-hearted and things but they do want the details. The little sordid facts of the matter and suddenly perhaps I'm revealing more than I should to a wider public.

Although now that I think about it, it's nothing more than I would say on this blog, and in this instance I will get paid. So while I don't think I'll be doing topless photo shoots for hardcore magazines where people like to look at Fops and Dandies. I am starting to understand the steps one goes on to get there.

And well, perhaps if the shot is tasteful, and important the piece I could undo a button or two.

Fear and loathing in Maida Vale

As part of my reading by the spirits yesterday the lady kept going on about someone close to me having a drink or drugs problem. I looked slightly taken aback and then said no. T.P. likes a drink or two but it's not a problem. She said no this was definitely a problem and then we moved onto another subject.

I didn't think more about it until I left and turned my phone on, my neighbour (who I should add is a proper friend not just someone I share a postcode with) wanted me to come home right away because he was scared people were in his flat. When I got back I discovered that he hadn't slept for two days and had been snorting rather a lot of white powder and was completely fried. It took about eight hours for him to calm down and admit that while it was possible that someone was hacking into his camera phone to watch him so they could steal his stuff, it was fairly unlikely. Especially since that if some people had broken into his flat while he was asleep why didn't they take any of the massive amounts of highly portable expensive electronics he has everywhere?

He seems a bit better today after having actually slept for a while, bless.

So while I was having my reading a close friend was having a really bad situation with drugs, freaky eh?