East is [still] East

Mardyke Slut Turnpike Down

This is where I have been 'working'..
as a crack whore/window-cleaner. Obviously.

Props to Dave Amis yar. I'm missing neighbours.
I'm bored of the toadie-wrestling storyline though. we want more harold-on-izzy action.
we fucking demand to see that.

What the fuck is a popinjay, anyway?

we cannot have that behavior in this establishment

make comments, you miserable fucking plebs.
"laiC vo Comms" yar

raymi has like 72 whenever she farts and jaime says comments are the best part ahhhh

i think everyone finally realising what a pretentious boring retard you are is the best part.

 

 

 

it doesn't help to eat grass, you know

1 litre of beer - 1 euro 50 

 

i can't remember where i stole this from 

this is the river in salamanca. in the 14th century they used to banish all the prosititutes from the city during the 40 days of lent. they would take them across the river to a camp on the other side. then, when easter finally rolled around, the 40 000 horny students would get drunk and row across to practise their bacchanalian skills. that's why it's called 'good' friday, and if it's not, it should be.

my favourite game

i couldn't find a picture of tigra.

cold-blooded old times

initial feedback suggests that future critics will not look back and call that last post my magnum opus. fuck the critics though, yeah? haters, one and all. i think blogger is the perfect medium for half-drunk half-ramblings.

stories from the city, ditto from the sea

here's a shtory. so i get to massi's place. this is written in the 'vivid' present. please note.
and he is balling his girl so i run away (aptly enough, i am clutching a book called 'mortification')
and then i go back after a suitable interval (massi? 2.5 minutes) no but i go to have a beer and read the filthy daily express and my book and come back (not so much) and then ravis and 'louis' are there so we drink a car-ling and go with massi and his 'gee-eff' to an absurdly expensive little jazz place (ten fucking pounds to get in) on greek street and listen to a friend of 'louis' playing sax.
they eat, i smoke, and then in walks a chavsta and massi says hey kids, isn't that amy winehouse so i ask her and she comes over and perches on a stool and she wants me. i think because ravi said i was a writer.

that is all, this is her.

sunset innit

skyline GTR

do it edinburgh style

why is brendan wearing a flat cap in this photo? i just don't understand. is it some kind of role-play?

i paint pictures on a wedding dress