Hi, thank you for visiting the 'Too Much Time On My Hands' page.
This page is no-longer a work-in-progress. Although it's finished, please call again. That's
if you feel your feeble human frame can take the enormous physiological strain of viewing it more
You know how it is. The impulse purchase of a neon light in a 'Gadget Shop' as a Christmas gift for a
friend. A bored moment at home. The sudden recollection of a Judo suit in the garage... I imagine it
happens time and again up and down the country. Please dear God, don't let it just be me. Anyway, it
all started with the picture below, and them promptly spiralled out of control in an orgy of green lighting
and face pulling. In the end I put the lamp back in it's box and handed it over without regrets*.
There would, I said to myself, be other lamps. Perhaps lilac next time.
Be aware, this page may leave you feeling dirty.
Now take a shower.
The fine thanks print:
The images used on this page are the copyright property of Paul Smith (c) 2002. Any unauthorised
borrowing, lending, reselling, showing, viewing on an oil-rig, rebinding, pointing-at-and-laughing-at,
theft, use, misuse, disuse, abuse, running, ducking, bombing or petting will be considered an Act Of War.
In this situation I shall being the full force of the British legal system to bare against you.
Pointy-end first. I do have a solicitor and I know how to use him.
If you think this page is in anyway good, please e-mail me, and I'll try to get you some help.
This link takes you to the main Index page, and from there you can go just about any-place!
This link will connect you with the Arty Farty page, for other creative photography nonsense.
*In the end I couldn't go through with it. He'd seen this page, and I couldn't, in all honesty,
give him a gift that he knew had been in my mouth. Sorry Gavin. For Christmas I gave him a nice, drool-free book