It might seem strange to you and I, but Liz greatly enjoys smelling cats. Strangely it doesn’t extend to smelling kitty poo or kitty chuck.
I’m not trying to make Liz look creepy either. Just presenting the facts as I see them.
I never did post the final chapter in Flash B’s short life. Apparently the damage sustained by the fall was too much for the repair shop man to fix. He suggested sending it to Nikon Australia for a more thorough autopsy, but I declined knowing they charge like wounded bulls.
So Flash B is(click to read the full post)
Thanks to a comment or two in my flickr stream and a few google searches, I still think it’s the flash tube that’s dead on dear old Flash B.
For those that asked, the series of events that took place on the night where everyone had an alibi but me was
– The SB600 crashed to(click to read the full post)