Here’s this week’s column, on touching up your holiday snaps (see one such touched up snap, right):

My youth is captured for posterity by a series of blurred close-ups depicting me and my best friend in various locations in northern France, squinting into the sun as we attempt to point a Boots disposable camera at ourselves in the style of Thelma and Louise.

Inevitably, half of one of our faces is always out of shot. But things have come a long way since then. With digital photography, long gone are the days of walking into people as you left the chemist’s, flicking through the 30 overexposed, or pitch-black, photos in order to locate the six half-decent album candidates.

Read the rest here.

I’m posting this from Brighton today, where I’m enjoying a four day break, most of which I’ll be spending here.

Read the real story here.