Image: show us the cheese
I don't want to hear any of that 'it doesn't look like much' stuff because, if you didn't take the trouble to get yourself to Charleville Library this evening, I'm not sure you're entitled to a view.
This is the much-talked-about (by me) cheeseball.
Actually, not just by me. It was even being talked about before we got here. One of the people on the train - and I am serious about this - actually asked if we were going to the ball. She had heard there was a 'wine&cheese ball' in Charleville, which she took to be an unusual but not unappealing event mash-up. No, sorry. It was 'wine and cheeseball' at the library.
At least as good as the alternative, frankly, and with none of the frocking-up hassle.
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cheeseball artistry: Lindy from Charleville Library
food styling: Charleville Library staff
cheeseball massacre and partial consumption: self
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21.08.09 — Andrew Davies
Hi Nick,
A quick note to say a big thanks for sharing some of your journey with us on Pool. Hope you've had a great time!
Andrew, Pool Team
21.08.09 — GB
That is very funny - go Nick!
21.08.09 — Kate Eltham
I don't often pay attention to the tags the authors have been putting underneath their content all this week, but for some reason the tags Nick put on this last blog post caught my eye.
"2009" - check
"Charleville" - yep, that makes sense
"photo of cheeseballympic gold medal winner"
What the!? I mean who is going to type that into the search field on the home page?
Nick Earls, you're a funny guy
21.08.09 — Nick Earls
So of course I now see that the autofocus zeroed in on everything else in the pic, leaving the cheeseball in an enigmatic haze. Well, they didn't call it the Photographers Train, did they?