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So, Mark’s brother is a gardener/tree surgeon. They were working in a large garden, up a tree. With them, their dog, who was frolicking around the garden. The dog managed to find a way under the fence into next door’s garden. He disappeared.

A while later the dog reappeared, but with a rabbit between his teeth. A large rabbit. Obviously a domestic pet, and not a wild one. The dog dropped the rabbit at their feet. It was clearly dead, with 4 large teeth marks in its neck.

Panicking, they decided to take the rabbit back next door, and place it in the rabbit hutch, and shut the door. They went back to work up the tree.

The next day, they returned, a little nervous. Whilst finishing their work in the garden, the neighbour peered over the fence. “Hello, would you like a cup of tea?” she asked. Sheepishly, they accepted.

“The strangest thing happened yesterday” she said, as they sipped Earl Grey.

“Oh?” they replied.

“Yes! Well, last week our family pet rabbit died! We buried him in the garden, but last night, I found him back in the hutch!”

@MuggyLittleC

So I had an idea last Saturday morning. I was in Guildford quite early, for a haircut. I’d skipped breakfast in favour of a lay-in. With a few minutes to kill before my appointment, I thought I’d grab something to eat.

My options were unsavoury, to say the least. Greggs or Burger King? Neither were very appealing, but alas, I settled for a Sausage Roll from the former. It was okay, but it was greasy and I felt like a tramp eating it.

Ideally, I wanted something more traditional such as cereal or toast. Popping into Café Rouge or Wetherspoons would have been okay, but I didn’t really have time. Then I thought to myself, what would people do on a weekday in such a situation, with even less time and flexibility?

The idea for “The Toast Stand” came to me. Come midday, Guildford’s pretty cobbled high street is gifted with a Baked Potato stand, and a Roasted Chestnut stand. So I think a Breakfast Stand of some kind, appearing at about 7am, would be perfect. Great for those who have skipped breakfast or need something extra, whilst on their way to work, or before starting a day of shopping.

The Toast Stand would grill toast, and offer a wide range of toppings as well as different options of bread. It would be cheap, and there would be no litter… all you need to eat toast is your hands – you eat the whole thing and there is nothing left. Unless you leave the crusts like a fucking child.

Have you ever seen a Toast Stand? Obviously there are stalls/kiosks in Waterloo and other larger stations selling various French breakfast snacks. But a lovely quaint British Toast Stand, I think, would be quite a sweet thing to see during a casual commute to work, or a lazy weekend morning.

If you steal my idea, at least let me design the logo.

What begins as a smooth, serene window into the seemingly comfortable life of “Driver” ascends ultra-violently into a colourful juggernaut of hard crime and effortless cool.

The main character, only referenced to by his profession, seems nonchalantly blasé about his work, his home and those around him. Initially, the only thing he has any essence of connectivity with is his vehicle. His drawn-out silences and wry smiles offer little insight into his past. His willingness to immerse himself in his love-interest’s hazardous situation offers some insight into what may or may not happen.

The Driver’s violence appears in short, horrific bursts. His driving calm and collected, whilst the city buzzes and glows around him and his passengers.

It’s not long until the nostalgically eighties score and Michael Mann-eque art-heavy shots fade away, to reveal the brooding underbelly of cowards and crooks – thrust upon you in a jack-in-the-box of blood, petrol and pace.

The characters you find yourself warming to are quickly excused and Driver, although showing occasional flurries of raw emotion, keeps his undisturbed exterior and retains a Steve McQueen semblance.

With the vivid night-time splendour of Collateral, and the audacious seedy law-free brashness of Narc, Drive is a supercharger for the soul. What could have been a car chase movie with tits and cash is beautifully crafted into a hommage to everything that you enjoy about a left-field action thriller with a truly stimulating pastiche of love and passion.

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The key term here is “non-exclusive”. Google are not taking ownership of your photo, neither are they revoking your rights to your own work. Whilst they can do all of the above (reproduce, adapt, modify, translate, publish, publicly perform, publicly display and distribute) with your photo(s), you can still do the same too.

Notice also “on or through, the Services”. Google aren’t going to send your photos off to some third-party website for public distribution or use. They may however use your photo as a part of their services – services that they currently offer. Eg: your image may appear in Google marketing material, or perhaps something as ridiculous as a Gmail background image. The issue here is that your image is then facing a much wider audience than you originally intended (depending on your prevalence as a photographer). We all know that people pinch photos if they like the look of them, it’s very easy. So this, as before, is likely to happen in this situation, just on a much larger scale. It’s down to you whether you are comfortable with that or not. 

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Probably the scariest part of the terms. It does sound like Google will share you photos with other companies. However, ‘syndicated services’ again mean that these companies will be part of Google’s current service remit. At present, Google are not in the practice of distributing images commercially for profit or fund. If they do choose to do this in future, these terms will change and you, by law, will have to be notified (much like when your iPhone pops up a new set of iTunes T’s & C’s). If Google used your photo(s), it would only ever be in connection with services associated with Google, such as Maps, Google+, Android, etc.

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Google may resize your image, slap an ugly logo on it, or perhaps reduce the quality. No biggie, but again you may feel differently about this.

To summarise, these terms at first seem a little unnerving. But it is no better or worse than your images appearing in Google Image Search results, which, let’s face it, they probably already do, if you have a website or a Flickr account. The only difference is, Google may hand pick some of your photos from your G+ for their own use, as Google.

If you are a professional photographer you may feel that the above terms will detract exclusivity from your work, which is understandable. Perhaps slap a watermark over any content that you upload to your G+ account, or just provide lo-res/compressed versions. Either way, you won’t find yourself losing money or being exploited by Google, as their practices here are no different than Flickr, Picasa or DeviantArt. The only point to take away from this is that Google have the power to spread your image far and wide, under their own name, in a way that other online services do not.

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