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I know I know I dissappear for years then pop back up asking for stuff, well a couple of years ago I told you about my mate Justin who was making a movie/TV show about elves and even showed you some pictures. Well now he’s looking for more money to take his vision forward and we’d both appreciate shares and financial support alike. Please see the link and my very special credit at the end.

https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/selwyn-lost-prince-of-avalon

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Mr Bunny Chow

Mr Bunny Chow:

Check out this cool book by my friend TBM for free, she’s an awesome author and all she asks in return is that you leave an Amazon review.

Be Swanky

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Mr Bunny Chow

Originally posted on Making My Mark:

Claudia Must Die is free February 20-23. I have discounted my books before, but this is the first time I am offering one for free. I’m really curious to see how it turns out. Hopefully hundreds of people will download a copy.  And who knows, maybe a few will write a review.

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Here’s the blurb:

claudia_kindleClaudia doesn’t feel like herself anymore—she feels like prey. Her husband’s hired goons have stalked her all the way to Boston and will only stop their pursuit once she is dead.

Divorce is not an option. Instead, she has stolen a bunch of her man’s money to disappear into another life.

In order for Claudia to live, someone else must die. A lookalike college student becomes the target capable of freeing her from an awful marriage.

The plan goes horribly awry. Instead of murdering Claudia’s double, the assassins shoot…

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Thank-You

Posted: 05/02/2015 in Me, Mr Bunny Chow
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Wow, what can I say after the post I wrote about depression the other day  I’ve received a whole shitload of love and support from my friends all over the world and I just wanted to say a huge big thank you to each and every one of you who has reached out, fist bumped, shared and generally just proved to me that the world is full of lovely people.

I had written and deleted that post or equivalents of it dozens of times over the last year and always been to chicken to share them with the world.

I should have grown a pair earlier because the power of talking has given me such a huge mood high I cannot begin to describe it.

I thought I’d give a few updates while I’m here.

I wrote most of the last post on my phone while waiting for my GP who was over an hour late, when she did see me she prescribed me a new kind of happy pill that upon research and speaking with my pharmacist I have decided not to take for a variety of reasons, one of which is it is likely to make me fatter than I already am and another that it is likely to make me very drowsy especially in the mornings and unsafe to drive when in such a state. With two small kids to get to and from school this just isn’t an option even if it will only happen in the short-term.

I am awaiting a call back from her on Friday so that we can discuss alternatives.

I also have my first appointment with my new councillor on the 12th so we’ll see how that goes.

One or two of you asked me about masks.

I have a few default ones.

  1. I don’t want to deal with my head so I’ll pretend to be happy
  2. Mrs BC or the kids don’t need to deal with my head so I’ll pretend to be happy
  3. The ostrich – bury my head in the sand (this one is particularly ineffective as when you do pull your head out of your rear the lion is probably going to be very close)
  4. You are my friend and I’ve not seen you in a long time so I’ll pretend to be happy
  5. You are on the internet so I can easily pretend to be happy

I am not very good at these masks and can come across as a grumpy miserable old sod. I am quite a grumpy sod and am often happiest when I am allowed to be a miserable old curmudgeon whilst drinking brown beer in my pub.

Ahhh yes my pub, that was one of the other things that people latched on to. It is nothing all that special, I built the bar from a driftwood pallet and have decorated it with a couple of eBay bar stools and other little trinkets that make me feel happy.

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Excuse the crappy cell phone pic

 

Now I don’t spend as much time as I would like in my pub as unfortunately my pub has spiders and spiders are not something that guests in my pub are as keen on as I am. I do occasionally have a blitz and get rid of them but by and large they remain.

They are my friends.

I have also been asked to elaborate on the new dog. She is a Labrador Staffie Cross and adores mud and destroying everything she can. She is badly behaved, seems to forget she is house trained at least a couple of times a week and I am besotted. Everyone else in the home hates her.

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Bunny of course remains as my sweet but extremely dim ever faithful companion.

I am not going to elaborate on my hatred for my Sons headmaster in this very public place because my sons will have to live under his command for at least the next nine years and we’re only six months in to our battle of wills.

Thank you again for being out there.

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Mr Bunny Chow (aka Rob the Curmudgeon)

this is me

                          This is me

I’ve written and deleted many similar posts over the last year but I thought that it was time I answered this question.

So where have I disappeared to over the last couple of years?

I suppose I should go back some ways to where I was when I first went missing. When you last heard from me I was managing a call centre for a group of car dealerships. I enjoyed the role and in the set up phase of the department I enjoyed the challenge but it was hardly fulfilling and financially it got to the point where Mrs BC and I were paying for me to go to work. Childcare costs were spiraling out of control and when you add in the cost of petrol and feeding myself it was just no longer viable to continue in my role and the decision was made for me to become a full-time dad and Mrs BC (she’s a lawyer) to become the primary breadwinner of the family.

I won’t begin to even try to gloss over this, it has been tough on us as a family and me as a man, I am a shit cleaner, really really shit, Mrs BC blames Granny BC for spoiling me. I have had to find ways to entertain the kids, I have had to try to keep everything running smoothly. I have had to try to keep my macho head screwed on to my emasculated body. The first year disappeared almost instantly in a blur of kiddy play centres and chaos.

Photographically I did a small amount of work, you probably saw a little bit of it here, other bits I failed to blog about as I withdrew further and further up my own rear end. I began hiding things from my wife, I chose to hide my boredom and dissatisfaction with my lot, I became very good at putting on a mask. I was basically spiralling into the black hole of depression without picking up on it myself.

I should have known better, many people close to me over the years have suffered from depression. I always tried to be supportive but I never really understood why they couldn’t fix things with a few beers and a hangover.

Well anyway I’m an arsehole, DEPRESSION is an evil bitch and it will sneak up and bite you in the arse. I won’t go into the details of the big row that nearly ended my marriage to the one I love most in this world but it did make me wake up and speak up. I first visited my GP to discuss my head in January 2014 and the long slow road to trying various drugs, reading a million things about depression and eventually a little therapy, this is ongoing and I am by no means fixed but I’m going to jump around a bit for those who don’t know me outside of the blogosphere.

Anyway back into the chronology of where I’ve been, Mrs BC managed to secure a role with a new firm in the West Country of England and I managed to persuade her that it was now or never that we should escape London (Croydon’s) smog and we managed to sell up and buy a new bigger, shinier, although less characterful home in a small town about 20 miles south of Bristol.

While awaiting the long, slow, tedious process of house moving Granny BC and Grand Dad BC visited from Zimbabwe and we managed to spend a delightful week getting pissed with them in Malta. It was a much-needed interlude in the whole stressful process of packing up the last eightish years and dealing with lawyers and estate agents and all those other people Mrs BC normally has power over and didn’t.

Once back on Mud Island things progressed simultaneously at snail’s pace and a million miles an hour. We decided to hire someone to pack and move everything, (this was a disaster that may be the subject of a future post). Mrs BC began her job on the other side of the country and negotiations floundered and nearly collapsed as our buyers solicitor seemed incapable of pulling their finger out of their bottom and picking up the phone. I’ll say nothing more at the risk of inadvertently calling him an incompetent prat or something similar when I honestly am not qualified to judge their ability to do their job.

The day to leave our first family home came, everything we owned was packed into a couple of lorries and cars and we moved along the M4 to our new seaside home.

I began the process of unpacking lots and lots of stuff, deciding on the DIY priorities and what was best left to the professionals. Gold and maroon wallpaper and flooring were definitely delegated to others while I changed cupboard doors and did IKEA assembly and shelf hanging etc. I even built myself a little pub in the garden shed.

I might do a post about my pub one day too.

I quickly found a new GP as whilst I’d managed to secure a prescription for enough medication to see me through somehow during the move the repeat prescription had been mislaid and stocks were dangerously low. I saw several new doctors and was essentially dismissed as a drama queen. Mrs BC eventually stepped in as she had luckily come across a competent and lovely young doctor and with a quiet word from my beloved she agreed to see me. She immediately doubled my medication and referred me to a counselling service.

Daily walks on the beach with the dogs (oh yes we got a new dog too, I’ll tell you about her another time) were doing me wonders and then my eldest was due to start school, real school with a uniform and a dickhead in charge kind of school. My youngest was sent off to a nursery for a couple of mornings a week. My head melted. I was no longer needed. I disagreed with the headmaster, I must be a bad parent because everything I thought I’d learned was suddenly under question.

I undertook an eight week group cognitive therapy course. It helped a lot, I have learned many coping mechanisms for my illness, I have also come to realise that this illness has manifested itself in me many times in the past and I’ve gotten through. I will get through again.

Today though I have reached the point where I have been weaned off my medication and am without therapy. I am not on speaking terms with my eldest’s headmaster. Mostly because he has no clue how to deal with adults who don’t immediately click their heels together and shout “Sieg heil mein Führer” when he says something should be so.

I am still positive though because I’m not going to finish writing this post before I see my GP to discuss future medications and I’ve also received a phone call since I started writing about coming in for a future therapy assessment on a one to one basis.

I apologise for neglecting you my friends, you have always been there for me and never judged me. Putting all of the above down on metaphorical paper has truly helped me. I need to talk to my friends both here and in the real world and I hope that at least one person who reads this will open up to those that they love. Depression is a disease, it is nothing to be ashamed of, mental illnesses have too much stigma and people have their own problems but everyone should be open to discussing the irrational shit in their heads. This video might help.

I am not going to promise that I’ll be a better blogger but if you do still care about me then please pop over to Facebook and say hello, I spend a lot more time there at the moment than I do here. Otherwise I always read all of my comments here and occasionally pop into blogs like Cindy’s and TBM’s. They’re good people, you should read about what they have to say.

Don’t be a douche like me and hide behind a happy funny mask.

If you’d like to hear more from me then please let me know in the comments and or subscribe.

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Mr Bunny Chow aka Rob the Douche

Mr Bunny Chow:

I know it’s the first time you’ve heard from me in ages and all I’m doing is sharing something my father wrote but I at least edited it for him. In the interim please swing by http://www.facebook.com/robtwigwood where I am currently far more sociable.

In the mean time

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Mr Bunny Chow

Originally posted on Birding in Zimbabwe:

Hi all

I always seem to end up apologising for not keeping these posts either up to date or even very regular so I do so again in the certainty that it is true !  Sorry

We left off last time with us making a long and arduous journey into the Chewore Safari Area on a secret quest.  The reason for the secrecy was that I already had plans to take my buddy AJS to the same place as a surprise and knowing that he is a follower of these ramblings I could barely divulge the destination could I ?

AJS arrived in early October and the very next morning we set out on those crappy bloody roads for Masoka Camp on the Angwa River.  We were accompanied by one of my other mates, DY, who has failed to go African adventuring for some decades and was itching to get…

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Greetings to all my loyal friends and followers, I thought that I would take a little time out to share a few things with you.

My new camera (Canon EOS 6D for those of you not paying attention) has finally arrived, I can’t recommend that you stay further away from www.valuebasket.com , yes I got a fantastic deal but their customer service is non existent and their lead times in today’s world are just unacceptable, especially seeing as they felt the need to lie to me about them on a regular basis. I could have dealt with a three week lead time if I’d been told that’s how long it was going to take at the point of order, instead it began at 3-5 days then 7-10 days then 7-10 working days, then in the next few days with none of their staff having the first idea what was actually going on. Still I have my baby and I’ve named him Luke, he is an ugly baby, but boy oh boy does he take some purdy pictures.

As I am now taking my photography more seriously as a business I was having a difficult time explaining the brand behind Mr Bunny Chow, and whilst Mr Bunny Chow is going nowhere I am now going back to my roots as a blogger on these pages and have re-branded  my Facebook page to my real name www.facebook.com/robtwigwood and also launched a very simple professional site www.robtwigwood.com please check them out and let me know what you think.

Since Luke arrived I’ve been lucky enough to go out on two occasions with Lee from Lenses of Croydon and Inner Circle Photography, last weekend we went into London to look at the Taylor Wessing Portrait Exhibition in the National Portrait Gallery followed by a wander around Borough Market. This was definitely a learning process for me, I adore the way that Luke’s depth of field is super shallow in comparison to  my experiences on a crop frame camera, I am not going to get too geeky on you here but I definitely need to be super careful not to over use this. It is also incredible how much clearer photo’s are at much higher ISO’s than my older camera. I am a very happy boy.

see what I mean about the super shallow depth of field

see what I mean about the super shallow depth of field

pretty owl biscuits

pretty owl biscuits

loved how vibrant these olives looked

loved how vibrant these olives looked

mmmm bacon

mmmm bacon

could this cheese seller be more French?

could this cheese seller be more French?

yummy cheese

yummy cheese

pretty merengues

pretty meringues

This Saturday Lee and I again ventured into London to go on a photowalk with the internationally infamous Australian Photographer and Youtube celebrity Matt Granger. The walk was pretty fun and it was great to meet so many like minded photographers, although as it was super busy we didn’t get as much time to pick Matt’s brain as we would have liked, just observing the way in which he interacts with people was fascinating. I managed to pick up a few shots that I was really happy with. While I’m here I’d like to highlight the http://www.savethesouthbank.com/ website, as I passionately believe that this park is culturally important to London and would hate for it to disappear.

tracking shot within the South Bank Skate Park, again please sign their petition.

tracking shot within the South Bank Skate Park, again please sign their petition.

just a candid portrait I liked

just a candid portrait I liked

Lee being Lee

Lee being Lee

the winter sun catching St Pauls

the winter sun catching St Paul’s Cathederal

Matt Granger (in the middle) being creepy with an Ice Light

Matt Granger (in the middle) being creepy with an Ice Light

could you get a more London shot of London?

could you get a more London shot of London?

So what next for me and Mr Bunny Chow?

I am currently taking bookings for next years wedding season so please do put me in touch with anyone getting married, having babies or doing anything else they might want photographing, I believe my rates are highly competitive and I’ll always do my best to work within any budget.

Hope you are all well

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Mr Bunny Chow (aka Rob)

 

I’ve continued being useless at sharing with you and for that I apologise, it’s been a busy couple of months, outside of my usual parenting duties, I’ve shot a wedding which I will be sharing some pictures from with you soon as well as been on holiday to Majorca a small Spanish island in the Mediterranean so I thought that today I’d share a couple of holiday pictures and also a couple of my beloved dog and boys.

In other news I have managed to order myself a shiny new camera (Canon EOS 6D for those of you who care) which will hopefully begin paying for itself as I pick up a few more paying jobs. It is something I have wanted to do for a long time because as much as I love my old Canon EOS 10D she’s really just not up to the job of taking quality pictures in anything less than ideal light conditions and as I am marketing myself to shoot weddings and other portraiture I want to be able to deliver the highest quality final product to my customers.

Needless to say I am very excited and promise to share my thoughts on it (I haven’t decided if it will be a boy or girl yet) as soon as it arrives. I went along with ordering from a smaller company knowing it would take longer to get to me because they offered the cheapest deal I could find.

I have also invested in current copies of Lightroom 5 and Photoshop

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There is no greater love than that of a small boy and his dog

running bunnySee how happy she is

CRW_4666 We drove around for ages trying to find this monastery, we’re not even entirely sure that this was it or just the church the monks use but it was most definitely closed to the public.

Another day we decided to drive down to Cala de Sa Calobra, the road is absolutely incredible rising to almost 700 metres and then dropping back down to sea level over a space of just 12 kilometres . I unfortunately was concentrating on the  driving so didn’t get any shots of the road (Mrs BC had her eyes most firmly closed for most of the drive and refused point-blank to take the camera) but watch this video I found of youtube to get an idea of what it’s like.

obviously the video isn’t mine so please respect the owners copy right.

At the bottom it is very beautiful but the restaurants are all very expensive and certainly the one we chose was rubbish. The beach is also very beautiful, but not ideal for kids with large pebbles and a quick drop off as opposed to your typical white sandy beaches.

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Well I hope you’ve enjoyed this little update and as I always do I promise to stop being so rubbish at letting you know what’s going on in the world of Mr Bunny Chow and family

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Mr Bunny Chow