Lovely, prime cut of Punk Rock and Roll.
Flan-tastic!
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Sunday, 22 November 2009
cdj 7th Birthday
Atmosphere, I love a party with a happy atmosphere. And maybe an atlasphere. That would be a lot of fun.
Sunday, 16 August 2009
ROBOT!
Tokyo, a crowd that would put most Festivals to shame gather to pay tribute to a sodding great working model of "what a robot from Gundam wing might look like if it was real." Awesome, down to the tiniest detail such as air vents and industrial / maintainance instructions / warnings!
The inner child who adored Starfleet and Transformers nearly combusted. Then it' s head moved a bit and some steam came out. -Of the model robot, not the inner child...
The inner child who adored Starfleet and Transformers nearly combusted. Then it' s head moved a bit and some steam came out. -Of the model robot, not the inner child...
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Neglect.
Hello there,
I haven't done one of these for beards. I feel quite neglegent and uncaring. It would take me the best part of a fortnight to write about life love and the universe over the last few months so instead, I've compiled the bits of my Moleskines (yes, I know that they're quite poncey and needlessley expensive but i like them. and anyway, you're probably reading this on a Macbook. So there.) that aren't just me, reminding myself to buy Vimto or tabasco on the way home, or to water the plant.
This is how I pass the otherwise dead time on busses, in airports or during the Eastenders omnibus.
Meanwhile, I turned 30; realised I like Bruce Springsteen; wandered off around Spain soulsearching and drinking heavily; invested in a side parting and finally worked out what a semi-colon is for.
Enjoy the following autobigraphical, enigmatically cryptic, badly drawn nonsenses. I'm off to Japan. Tarabit.
I haven't done one of these for beards. I feel quite neglegent and uncaring. It would take me the best part of a fortnight to write about life love and the universe over the last few months so instead, I've compiled the bits of my Moleskines (yes, I know that they're quite poncey and needlessley expensive but i like them. and anyway, you're probably reading this on a Macbook. So there.) that aren't just me, reminding myself to buy Vimto or tabasco on the way home, or to water the plant.
This is how I pass the otherwise dead time on busses, in airports or during the Eastenders omnibus.
Meanwhile, I turned 30; realised I like Bruce Springsteen; wandered off around Spain soulsearching and drinking heavily; invested in a side parting and finally worked out what a semi-colon is for.
Enjoy the following autobigraphical, enigmatically cryptic, badly drawn nonsenses. I'm off to Japan. Tarabit.
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