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• My name is Omprakash Kaga David. I make stories and pictures. This is my journal – I have a website at www.okdavid.com • Leave comments, and don't use my pictures without permission. •

Mr Kipling makes exceedingly good PAJEROs

Kipling's ride

Kipling’s ride

these are the fingers of my hands, so now you know

Ladies and gentlemen. My hands

These are the fingers that clip clop across the keys of my laptop

Takashi likes my animals on the telly

Two nice men from Japan talking to Emma about fabric

Two nice men from Japan talking to Emma about fabric

The thoughtful faced man has gone somewhere in his own thoughts. Behind him, Takashi looks on

The thoughtful faced man has gone somewhere in his own thoughts. Behind him, Takashi looks on

 

This is a pleasant kind of day really, chuckling and looking at fabric

This is a pleasant kind of day really, chuckling and looking at fabric

Oooh! Takashi sees something he likes

Oooh! Takashi sees something he likes

What's that Takashi? You're  eager to show us your shirt?

What’s that Takashi? You’re eager to show us your shirt?

What's that Takashi? Oh, your full name is Takashi Matsubara? Well hello

What’s that Takashi? Oh, your full name is Takashi Matsubara? Well hello

Yes Takashi, we would like to take a guided tour of your astonishing shirt

Yes Takashi, we would like to take a guided tour of your astonishing shirt

 

Oh! Animals!

Oh! Animals!

 

An elephant with a suitcase? Very funny

An elephant with a suitcase? Very funny

This animal with sneaker? Very funny!

This animal with sneaker? Very funny!

Thank you Takashi you lovely man

Thank you Takashi you lovely man

 

You can watch it in real live action on 4od – it’s episode 2 of the show about Liberty

 

 

People taking pictures

I like to go on Flickr and see photos made by photographers all over the world.

Ferren Martorell does symmetrical things 

Trains from the olden days!

Sandra makes beautiful jewellery

Gregory Moreno likes strange looking people

Whatever this guy’s name is, he loves his dog

Mr. Hayata takes shots of things he notices around town

Anna Shelton Smith is my favourite so far! She’s amazing! I’d like to try living in her photos for a few days.

Fiction.

Writing happened for me during exams at boarding school. Instead of revising I wrote stories all night. The first one was long. 100,000 words. Instead of writing many short stories I wrote one enormous one that didn’t make sense. Fourteen years later I’ve written several novel-length stories. Their plots have come from my imagination. Auto-biographical moments occur but they are not true stories.

The other day I met Bob, a talkative man from Glasgow, in a cafe. He had his friend’s dog. He fed her two doughnuts. Bob writes and illustrates but doesn’t tell many people. His opinion is you should hear stories and write them down. He has a point. All my best stories, the ones I will never forget, I’ve heard from people in bars or when travelling. One of my father’s stories about being bitten by our dog is wonderful. Bob told me to write that one down. He has a point.  I will do. He gave me food for thought.

When I finish the  novel I am writing, REDSEA, I will write short stories that I know. Which I’ve heard from people.

sighting

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I sighted a giant buddhist monk leaving civilisation behind

Bookshops teach you how to write

I was in Foyles the other day. Just walking around looking at books. Some by writers who I feel I should read, some by writers whose name I’ve never heard. What I do is this:

1 read the name of the book and its author

2 read the blurb

3 pick some pages and see how it’s written.

This quick browse tells me nothing about the story but it’s useful for seeing the writer’s habits and tricks. Alerts me to different voices. If i’ve been reading much of one writer, it reminds me how other writers write. Browsing is positive for my own writing, that’s my conclusion.

Before going to Foyles the other day I ate a vegetable bun in Chinatown. Then after my browse I drank an espresso in Bar Italia and read some pages of a fantasy book called The Vorrh that I’m trying to enjoy. Then I met Max for a couple of drinks and a conversation while a man sang his songs in the bar.

The kind of evening that remind you why you live in a city. I felt lucky to have so many delights around me

Cranes are tall and cities are all kinds of buildings plotted around one another

Take a look. First of all, there are several different architecture types here. Like the way a jungle canopy contains various tree species. Now, can you see that thin yellow crane peeping up between the old and new buildings?

skyline

That crane is tall and bends a little under the weight of the massive metal load it’s hoisting.

There’s something dinosaurish about it. A bronto marching through the jungle, scoffing leaves.

crane

The best and worst game you ever did see

The worst was called Chivalry: Battle for Agatha. Made a few years ago. Don’t know who Agatha is…

Here’s what it looks like – check out that knight’s face. Looks like he’d rather be drinking a pint down the pub.

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And here’s the shitty trailer:

http://youtu.be/_Ze1dHWRz3s

BUT the same studio has now made THE BEST game ever, and it’s exactly the same as the worst but, only it’s the best.

(There’s a voiceover… For anyone who’s ever wondered what it’d be like if Beavis and Butthead were Medieval knights.)

http://youtu.be/n336fK3IvkQ

Things I seen

I go to the British Library to write my stories. I get there early to use the hot desks and by 10am there are none left – people want to get a seat and do their work. It’s a pain then, that you get these wandering, displaced characters who go along and do nothing but speak loudly on their phone, or piss about on Facebook, or just thunk down on their laptop. This weirdo was there for eight hours:

sleeping-boob

I live next to a field where interesting things happen. The same day as I met the snoozing man above, I got this terrible migraine with flashing lights and blind spots in my vision. I went to bed early, and when I woke up in the darkness there was everything I’d seen on the inside of my eyes, transplanted up into the night sky…

fireworks2

Yes that is a helicopter… It rained parachutists, but I slept through that part.

fireworks1

At another time I spotted this bin that looks like Gromit.

binface

Sierra Leonean presidential elections with an Edwardian twist?

APC-hat

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