After last year's frantic Christmas Eve shopping disaster - I have decided to take a more pragmatic approach to Chrimbles this year. (I know it's not that soon but a rare trip to Harrods on Saturday got me in the mood). In an effort to avoid the perennial desperate-dash and arbitrary last-minute gift selection - I am, once and for all, going to buy early. That said, I will probably still find myself buying people presents I'd rather keep for myself, and then resenting them for it.

This perfect Christmas-Present book is a compilation of postcards sent in to an incredible blog called Post Secret. If you've been keeping your legs crossed on a secret, relieve yourself on a postcard and send it in to this blog- but do it with style. Apparently the site is run by a guy called Frank who was told in a dream to 'find answers in the secrets of strangers' - maybe you could do the same if you're not ready to air your own.

So, what was I doing in Harrods at the weekend? Well, for my sins, I'm more often found buying over-priced drinks in Shoreditch than overpriced drapes in Harrods, so let me just clarify that I was there on business not pleasure. I was documenting Sting's book signing as part of my other job as a videographer on the Police Tour.

Narrowly avoiding the temptation of those over-priced drinks, I spent Saturday evening at Wembley Arena filming the band's last European gig of the year. Some good friends had come to see the show and, post-gig, we did the obligatory awkward 'hanging around' in the overcrowded and under-oxygenated dressing rooms of the rabbit-warren back stage area. After accidentally, and literally, bumping into a rather reserved Eric Clapton, I was given an empty black bag by my friend Jaime, the Dressing Room Ambience Co-ordinator. Jaime gave me strict instructions to 'take care' of all the left-over booze from Stewart Copeland's dressing room and, needless to say, whatever we failed to drink on-site was dutifully emptied into the bag.

Anyway, enough of that. I’ll leave you with some wanderings n' wonderings. I do like a walk around Hackney. Here's just a couple of my camera phone photos from this week.

We can all learn from this building which manages to look heroic even when it's falling apart.

Is this simply an abandoned brolly, or was someone just beamed up?

So I know the internet could be all about giving the mic to the little guy- but I just love this new Sony PlayDoh Ad. Corporate can do creative.

Winter may be coming but the rabbits think it's Spring. Try not to love them.

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