any way the wind blows

copy, right?

' Hmm. Bus rides. What else? Well one of the more remarkable ones i had recently was with the drug addict guy who used to trawl the World's End with the big scab on the back of his neck. me and him were sat on the back seat doing bumps of coke on the way to buy some heroin in camden. we scored and that's when he tried to convince me to come back to his house to shoot up. i was such a druggy at the time that i actually considered sharing his needle just after he's shot up the heroin which he'd, five minutes earlier, shat out on the floor of his kitchen in two blue packets. the shitting part of it made me chicken out on the needle so i went home to smoke it instead. Two weeks later i was back in camden trying to score and one of his friends said Scabneck had left town. he went on to say that everyone was happy about that because he'd been diagnosed with HIV and his big thing was getting other people infected with this needle he always carried around with him. Lucky escape eh? Phew. Just say no, etc etc... '

I stole it from Vice, i hope they sue me.

Edwin Jeans are Japanese

i have to post something so it publishes the changes which whiney clara requested.

i watched this programme called 'rich' girls and the dog got sick.

and i read Catherine M. aloud on the tube..

my mind - seceeds.

har har, she fell asleep on the bus once. and it kinda looks like she has a moustache..

I'M growing a moustache and it looks worse than i had dared to imagine.









Ma gorge sent l'alcool et mon nez sent l'ete says:
youre in london there are a thousand(years ago) of opportunities

Coco Rocks says:
my camera is bust as fuck

Ma gorge sent l'alcool et mon nez sent l'ete says:
no i dont unfortunately

Coco Rocks says:
who would?

Ma gorge sent l'alcool et mon nez sent l'ete says:
but that is actually hilarious that you cant look at 5 photos of a hot chick without falling in love

Ma gorge sent l'alcool et mon nez sent l'ete says:
loneliness and sports bars are a dangerous mix

Ma gorge sent l'alcool et mon nez sent l'ete says:
my sister might

Coco Rocks says:
it's not a fucking sports bar

Ma gorge sent l'alcool et mon nez sent l'ete says:
HEY i can raid her file

Coco Rocks says:
fuck face

Ma gorge sent l'alcool et mon nez sent l'ete says:
or folder even

Aung San Suu Kyi, Prix Nobel de la Paix, a gagné en 1990 avec 82% des sièges les seules élections libres jamais organisées en Birmanie. Elle est depuis lors maintenue en détention par la junt.. yada yada

Happy Birthday for last week, hon. I'm sure the junta let you read blogs while you are under house arrest, and I hope this message of support sents a beam of sunshine into your pure, pure heart.

and,

Free Nelson Mandela!


[with every packet of Cornflakes]

at least seth efricans aren't still really racist.
after closing we were having a quick pint and they started taking the piss out of 'ness' for having had a black girlfriend (called precious) back in 'zim'. MUCH hilarity ensued, mostly linked to the supposed size of her butt.

don't get me wrong i think racism is almost as funny as misogyny, mais qdmeme..


apparently Zimbabwe stands for:

Zero Intelligence M(something) Because All the Bloody Whites Emigrated

or Al the British Whites, if you want to kill two ethnic groups with one stone..

e dai.. the playboy of the western world.. no le piace 'ave 'is photo e taken. i'm a closet racist cos i resort fawlty towers-esque mockery? no he actually speaks like that.
i love him. (selon anna et al.)
everyone loves him (universally accepted)
he's like mastercard, innit.

oh fuck me he probably has a brum accent now.

poor lamb.

If they are so hardcore (why aren't they dead) and why are they having a tent at 'glasto'? do all the people dressed up as wizards and elves really give a rat's ass about vice? or is it so that the Hox-ditch sluts can fail to wash for a week and not get noticed, for once.

hello children. i stole this from 'momus' www.livejournal/ whatever, (he got a 'mensh' in a piece in the newyorker, yay) anyway i'm sure he was making some point about the big-brother society or whatever, and, readers, i too think it's shocking. IF YOU GO TO (pass through or come from) CROYDON, THEN YOU DESERVE TO GET SHOT.


actually i suppose the cameras probably don't stop you from getting drive-by'd (driven-by? drive-byèd?), they just ensure that your death will be on crime-watch UK. sucks for you if your 15 minutes are posthumous and in grainy black and white.

what it's fun to do..

it's fun to copy/paste stuff from the LRB

AVRUM R KILLED IN FLOUR MILL MISHAP, LEAVES BEHIND A LOST SIAMESE CAT OF FORTY-EIGHT YEARS, TAWNY, CHUBBY, BUT NOT FAT, PERSONABLE, MAYBE A LITTLE FAT, ANSWERS TO ‘METHUSELAH’, OK, FAT AS SHIT. IF FOUND, FREE TO KEEP

Isn't J S F clever?

Shakespeare’s Parrot’s Parrot’s Parrot’s Parrot’s Parrot’s Parrot’s Parrot’s Parrot’s Parrot’s Parrot’s Parrot. 1942–? Striped West Indian Parrot, approx. 14 x 5 in. Museum purchase.

Little is known of the man who is widely considered the greatest writer in history. The best insight into who he was may lie in the parrot perched before you, a tenth-generation descendant of the parrot given to Shakespeare in 1610 as a gift by his friend and fellow poet Michael Drayton. The Bard was exceedingly fond of the bird, and would speak to her as one might write in a journal – to chronicle, reflect and confess. When he died of fever six years later, Anne Hathaway kept the parrot, and introduced into its cage a younger parrot, to learn what the older could teach it. She never spoke to either of them, and forbade guests from speaking in their presence. A line of Shakespeare’s parrots was raised in the painstaking silence of her love, and when she died, our reverence. And so we ask you not to speak while in this sound-proof room, but only to listen. We ask you not to compromise the ever-weakening but direct line from this parrot to Shakespeare. And when it begs you, ‘Talk to me,’ as it has the habit of doing, we ask you not to give it the company of your voice – it is not the parrot, remember, who begs to be talked to, and while Shakespeare may reach us through the parrot, it will never work in the other direction.

maybe it also helps to have snow in it

it helps to have curly hair

see i was right, raymi subconsciously copied me. i demand stuff.. payment in kind or something.  

This is a caption for my photo.  

Open Season

did everyone see the new link?
go to http://postsecret.blogspot.com

it's tha besht

so we (royalty, editors and people with tapeworm) are back in london. almost tautologically, it's warmer and less cool than stockholm.

this is not a photo, because the battery is deader than really, really dead stuff.

clara seems a little needy at the moment 'ned, am i gonna pass maths?' so maybe you should go over there and leave whatever boring comment you may or may not have been about to leave here.

Sign and not Signifier

here are signs i have seen and failed to take photos of, cos my camera lives at home.

We claim to have the best prices in London.

This door has nothing to do with the coaches.

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this is where we were yesterday