Life Through a Lens

I was lucky enough to see a performance by the 'Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain' this weekend. I had no idea what to expect and ended up having a great evening. I must have gained a couple more smile lines as a result. They seemed to revel in the inadequacies of their four stringed instruments, not a guitar inferiority complex in sight.

There were lots of the audience with cameras glued to their faces, as is much the case these days. I often have to weave an intricate commuting path dodging the many invisible barriers painted by tourists snapping in my home town. After getting bored of all the polite avoidance tactics I normally end up making a point of being the random passer by who ends up in someone's family album.

It's important to fully immerse yourself in the moment and not continuously look at the world through the eyes of your camera phone, or some other bag of cheap, mass produced chips.
Some of the ridiculous descriptions of wine almost make you forget that it is there to be drunk and enjoyed. Over analysis can be like a lens, detaching yourself from the true purpose of a bottle. Swilling, gurgling, frothing, gesticulating and then spitting are not really in my vocabulary. Relax and drink. A glass over dinner with good company is what it is all about.