Day 1 – 4: TPJ’s Entries

Yo yo, whasup whasup my homies all ova da world. I is now chillin out maxing out on the penthouse of a dope ass place in Brooklyn. My boy minus Mohawk is working hard so I’m just doing ma thang, keeping it real, playin hard like I do ya feel me.

I flew to NYC myself, it took a hella long time but whatevs. I became a member of the mile high club, got taken out in secret in Dubai (don’t ask how or why) and eventually made in it to Brooklyn. My boy, Freddie Ljungberg thinks he’s funnier than he is most of the time, so the first person I see when I get out of the packaging is a weird old lady and a friend who I have never seen before. They speak and laugh at me so I instantly realise they are from Namibia, I was like What!!! Where the hell am I homies? Why am I in Namibia with some old ladies? I do not want to be in Namibia!

Then I hear the little twirps high pitched laugh so I realised he was using it as a photo op. He likes to take my picture, I am pretty famous no big deal, but after one and a half weeks of flying I wasn’t happy. He did get me though fair dues to him – Baldy Dweeb 1 , TPJ in New York 0.

He hugs me and gets a photo of us straight away, I was like Jesus, he must be either working way too hard with no protection or he has turned gay for teddys and really wanted me there. I’m cool with the first, not the second! Not with the second at ALL.

So he shows me to his new little happy friends. They are all ambitious and dedicated and all know me somehow so it’s kinda cool but I get bored pretty quickly cuz they’re not animals and I’m pretty tired. We sleep pretty quickly. He tries nothing in bed…thank the sweet Lord. Maybe he is working hard.

So we wake up at 6am, standard in any country, and set off over Brooklyn Bridge. It was bloody dope. I loved it. The way I work the site is I try to only publish photos that are 85% or over the last photographs standard. It seems to work and the quality of the photographs never goes down. Each photo that he is taking here is better than the next. There is such opportunity for shots and adventures on this little island of Manhatten that he has too much choice.

so we get some cool shots. We hit some people, but he is very conscious not to make us comparable to HONY which he loves but doesn’t want to replicate. I personally think we are better because whenever I am in the shot – there is only one camera and person that could have taken the snap. Not several others with several cameras. I am his stamp if I’m in the photo. He’s very clever sometimes…but not modest in they slightest-the Dickhead.

So we hit his school, I’m in the bag. I come out a few times to see what’s going on but I’m mostly sleeping off the semi hangover and the not semi jet lag. I hear these kids working super hard. Like fuck me, they are working hard. His first day he gets up at 6, walks to school taking photos, into class until 12.30, lunch with some friends which includes reading a fucking Shakespeare sonnet and talking about the previous classes, then back into class until 6.30pm…then at 7pm he chooses another Masterclass in Musical Bloody theatre (the worst Discipline in the World in my opinion!) and that lasts until 10pm. He strolls home happy out at 11pm. I mean What!!! I need drink, cigarettes and Women…that’s it, that’s all, that’s the deal. I can’t understand how they can enjoy that level of intense training…and it’s not just him, if every kid in the place. I am not going to enjoy being around these kids. They are too happy and enthusiastic about life. If I tell them some stories of my passed life in Chicago they might shut the fuck up.

Anyways, Thursday and Friday were more of the same, I’m aware this post is long so I’ll stop there. Saturday needs a story by itself. It includes Shakespeare in the Park, random people and a hell of a lot of good photographs and memories. I’ll leave it until Adventure Tuesdays but might post some photos down below just to tease the Catholic school girl in you.

My friends I will love you and leave you. Having a blast over here truth be told. I want to live here in 2015. Enough said really…I just am 50/50 on it at the moment. Seemingly they call it the Big Apple because everyone wants to take a bite out of it! Might as well try while we’re still here. Have a nice rest of your weekend. Go create a memory before it ends,


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Shakespeare in the Park yo


Annette Bening and a person who doesn’t respect her enough to tkae of his hat. What an Idiot!

Dancing – The best way to tell her you love her


Boobs Song…Many Boobs

This is a great song about Boobs. Everyone needs to start their Friday with boobs. Big Boobs, small boobs, what ever boobs you are allowed start your day with…be happy. Be happy and give thanks for boobs! We Love Boobs. TPJ x

I Love New York

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NYC: Day 7- 10

Well well well, the little Teddy arrived. My main protection and my lucky charm. I really didn’t realise how much I needed him or missed him until he arrived. It was like a weight that came off my shoulders. Before we get into the happenings of the few days (which were awesome) I feel like I need to explain why I have TPJ and why he has become so important to me.

Anyone who really knows me, knows I’m a pretty hard worker. I go 100% at pretty much everything and have a competitive side to my personality which is directly related to Sports and Winning. It’s pretty intense but I just can’t see any point of not being that way. We only have like 90 years max here, why be lazy? Anyway TPJ allows me to half my intensity with another parallel track. My work becomes 50% if TPJ also takes 50%, that’s just basic mathematics. He likes doing fun stuff and people love his photography and adventures, so I use him for creation of beauty, selfless work and relaxation…all the things that I miss out on if I am too focused on my own work. He brings fun into life and people love him. He also has no specific goal or target or objective. ‘People regularly ask what Are you doing with the tiger, I love him and laugh at all his photos…but what’s his story.’ The reason he doesn’t have a direction is for that reason exactly…sometimes it’s better not to know where your going so the journey is all encompassing. I’m glad I got that off my chest.

So…as I said, the teddy flew in two days ago on Day 8. It was very exciting and I actually felt such a pleasure when I knew he was safe and with me. There are a lot if people who were genuinely worried about him and gave out to me for sending him via post I just think it’s funny how he flew to NYC by himself. He’s becoming more independent. They grow up so fast Sigh!!!!

My weekend was amazing. It consisted of Football in a park near the courts at Dumbo with a good friend of mine called Willa and a few kids and their parents. We also went dancing with the lads and a few girls in Manhatten (Webster Hall) after a mammoth journey to get there (which, looking back, was definitely part of the fun) and Sunday was taken up with a hell of a lot of Study and Learning and trying to catch up on some sleep.

For privacy reasons I don’t want to go into details about the school or the students with out asking them first but suffice to say, each class we are taking is wonderful. I’m learning so much from teachers like Jay Goldenberg, Maury (Comercials), Greg (Shakespeare) and all the others. I take a musical theatre Masterclass with Jay Binder. I mean What!!! He casts so many great Broadway musicals and he is after giving me a lead in the final song of our showcase with give My Regards to broadway… This is the sort of stuff that is happening. It’s like a dream.

I also don’t want to talk about my classmates without their permission first. It is enough to say at the moment, our Section is awesome. Section 47 consists of the most ambitiously talented most beautiful people in the summer programme…it has been a wild ride. I would like to consider myself emotionless and machine-like when I work, but I’m definitely being broken down and am opening up to new ideas. It’s a weird and frankly terrifying experience which I’m not enjoying but looking back, I will appreciate a lot. We have just finished our Shakespeare Sonnets (#19 Devouring Time), we are becoming more advanced at stage combat, learning poetry in Chelov, and working on Voice over work and Comercials. We also have been given Proof to read, and have the scenes to prepare and I have the musical theatre class and a Shakespeare monologue to learn (To Be Or Not To Be – yes I am a dickhead for choosing that)

You can see why they call it intensive haha. But I love it. It is stretching us to our maximum and we are helping and pushing each other for a better result. We support each other but the feeling sometimes changes to annoyance or quarrelsome whenever someone is pissing you off slightly. Basically it’s a bloody emotional rollercoaster, it’s just fun that we are all strapped in together. When we get off and unbuckle the seats, we’ll realise how fun a ride it was. Anyway enough philosophy. Sorry about the shortness of posts, but unfortunately I haven’t had time to buy myself a towel or a bed sheet and pillow. That’s how bad it has been haha. Love it! Yoga is going well, started seeing a girl. All is well, most important thing: working damn hard. Hopefully you are keeping well too. Since I started writing this, I think I have to finish it. TPJ will be on soon too. He is a lot less Verbose than I am and curses a lot. I apologise in advance but it’s funHere are the photos , the TPJ discovery is amazing. Have a nice week,

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The Bitch is Back

How Brooklyn Sees Manhatten - Brooklyn July  2014

How Brooklyn Sees Manhatten – Brooklyn July 2014

Bin Man goes Crazy

I want to know what happened to him before this. My day has been bad, but Jesus, not as bad as his. Whoever you are, you are a funny guy. I’d pick you first for my football team! TPJ x

How are you today?

Water fountain Reflection

There is nothing wrong with life. Just stop and take it in. TPj x


imageLondon Squirrels Vs New York Squirrels

I suppose they speak in different accents






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