New Delta

Peter Barnard with banjo in hand. Dunno whose head that is the back of, but the hands and trumpet belong to Tony Davis. I reckon this is 1981 or 1982. 

Photobooths - we knew how to have fun in them days

This is me in about 1972, probably on holiday at Butlin's in Minehead (evidence: anorak). Why did my hair curl in the same direction on both sides of my head? I remember wearing that polo-neck to an evening gig at The Jug/Shantasea in Albert St in Birmingham and for some reason I think it was Good Friday, but this could be fantasy...it might have just been friday and a good day. God (or one of my parents perhaps) knows why I was going to a gig in the evening at that age? 

I just love watching the way people walk. And find it fascinating to see them in Oxford St, thinking entirely of something other than putting one foot in front of the other. This one is from last summer, but it could easily have been today (though that pregnant lady in the jumper would have been a bit hot!) 

A partial shot of my father working at home on a PET. I have just noticed that my sleeves today are rolled half way up my forearm in exactly the same manner, I do have a cup of coffee next to me, but no fags. It must be time for bed. 

This is the summer of 1965 judging by the size of me and the fact that I'm not walking yet. I remember that train, but I'm not sure which furry toy that is behind me. Neither do I know whose garden that is. 

A beardy bloke, wearing a t-shirt with his own face on over a shirt the colour of his hair, out for a walk pretending to talk on his mobile phone with his mate who has an itchy solar plexus from wearing his rucksack too tight, but is very proud of his lower calf/ankle area both being followed by a giraffe loving senior citizen with purple socks under her sandals. Just another day in London, 2004. 

Here's Nicola, in the sombrero that Kelly brought back for the team (but mainly for Stuart) from Mexico. The poor fools, they should have known that they'd be on the internet in the blink of an eye. mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaa 

Sue on Clee Hill

This is my mother, Sue, sometime in the early sixties, before I was born. That's my Grandad's Cortina on the right. They are on Clee Hill just outside Ludlow, probably on a Sunday afternoon. 

This is the "scary" up close, closeup of me that I use on my main website. I don't really know why people think it's scary - I guess because it looks like I'm right up against the screen when you see it online. 

The Reasoning Behind Starting The Lloyd Davis PhotoBlog

I have a lot of pictures and I take quite a few new ones too. This is somewhere to put them and write about them. Sometimes what I write will be factual and sometimes it will be made up, but I intend this to be a place for words and images, not just one or the other.