We went to see Rhys Darby at The Bloomsbury Theatre last month. We met him. That’s Restless Cheese and me with him in the header.
He’s in the middle. The thin one.
No doubt Restless Cheese will display it next to the one of him hugging Dave Grohl. Really, he has a photo of himself with Dave Grohl.
I am ever so slightly jealous.
This is quite posibly the best use of a marker pen I have ever witnessed. (more…)
I snapped this while I was out getting some coffee the other day.
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Hen do’s seem to be viewed as a great excuse for overweight heifers to trot around cities they’d never normally dare visit, dressed like chubby prostitutes, shouting their fat northern mouths off and generally indulging in their usual small town, gobshite behaviour, just on a bigger canvas.
There are normally an abundance of cock shaped novelty items floating around too.
Oh and just before any smart arse (Tony I’m looking at you) decides to put a comment on this page about my apostrophe use in ‘do’s', I’ve checked before.
It’s acceptable as typographical embellishment to add clarity.
So there.
It looks like BT are flogging a whole series of tunnels underneath High Holborn in London. The asking price is unconfirmed but I bet it’s more than I could raise.
I love shit like this, it’s too cool for words. Can you imagine how amazing it would be if it was turned into a hotel or a night club?
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It’s awesome to think that places like this even exist. It was built during the war, which is clear to see and has ended up, through privatisation, belonging to British Telecom. Now they’re selling it off.
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As is mentioned in the Telegraph’s article it’s unlikely it will be turned into a hotel because of risks about fire evacuation and such but some enterprising individual could work out a way around that, surely?
Now I’m not sure which it is for sure but if I had to put my money on one side I’d go with obsolescence.
I cannot believe that this television has managed to sit by the same bins for three whole days without being swiped.
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It’s amazing what ends up by the bins in my apartment block, last week it was a set of crutches, the week before it was a standard lamp. Honestly Kate would have a field day [insert obligatory bin-pizza reference here].
They love taking your photo on cruises almost as much as the freaky looking inhabitants of the floating holiday camp love having their photo taken.
At every turn there’s some hack with a digital camera snapping away at the unnaturally happy cruise folk as they stand there lapping it up, grinning like they’re Brad Pitt at Cannes
I swear that all these photos were on public display on board the ship, ready to be purchased by the unfortunates pictured. Unbelievable.
Anyway, look for yourself.
Oh and by the way, the couple in photo three were both wearing wedding bands. I don’t know what point I’m trying to make by saying that but, hey, each to their own.
Ladies and gentlemen I present the photos from Andy’s stag do.
It was very good of Andy to let it go ahead.
Back in 2002 I went to Asda with Kate, Shaggy and Finola.
I’d just bought a Nokia 7650, the first ever camera phone, so was hyper keen to use it. All the time.
Here are the results.
My life was that interesting.
I didn’t realise quite how big the Paul Day statue, The Meeting Place at St Pancras, actually was.
Look at it, it’s huge.
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I really don’t see why everyone made such a fuss about it I think it’s beautiful.
As Paul Day said:
All separation involves a suspended moment when one wonders is this forever?
I like that. The statue is fantastically romantic and it fits the new St Pancras perfectly.
Looks like a spot of moonlighting’s been going on. Does raising young Apple really cost all that much?
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Oh Chris, why didn’t you say something, I could have lent you some cash. I’d have thought Gwyneth should have made a couple of bob from Iron Man though?
Andy and Spib threw a fancy dress party to celebrate their 30th birthdays. We went along and took photos, this is the result.
Oh yes, I should add that the theme was 1977, which in fairness you’d probably get from most of the costumes.
You’ll notice I reference no one by their real name? This is because I can’t actually remember what half of the attendee’s names were.
You see, I was very, very drunk…
This is our friend Miguel. He doesn’t like having his photograph taken, although I suspect you’ll pick that up as the slideshow progresses.
I’ll say one thing for him though, for a small fella he doesn’t half move quick.
Well it finally happened and here are the pictures to prove it. I really do need to say thank you to everyone that came along, you all contributed to my having a fantastic day. Thank you all very much.
I learnt many wonderful things over the course of the night. For example Sambuca comes in regular, black and flavoured varieties, some drinks can be referred to as pure filth and there are more germs on a slightly dirty glass than there are in a bin!.
For those that couldn’t make it you can PayPal me the money you owe me, just click the button below. That includes you Purdy. By the way, this isn’t a joke, you all owe me £25. So pay up.
In 2003, while doing a bit of web testing, I accidentally booked myself a trip to New York. That’s not a joke by the way, that’s more or less the way it happened. Click, click, click, credit card details previously stored, bingo you’re off to New York.
So anyway, I booked it on Saturday and flew out the following Thursday. It was a great few days away from the stresses of work and as I went on my own I could do exactly what I pleased. Obligatory photos follow.
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New York is a really cool city, being able to buy an MP3 player at two in the morning and then go and get a slice of pizza and a beer is just awesome! In fact it was so awesome that I got married there only four years later.
If you’ve never been, go now you won’t regret it.
Was browsing through my old photos tonight and look what I found!
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That’s the world famous eco-nazi Kate. Never happier than when she’s repacking your shopping, lecturing you on the best way to compost your vegetable peelings or otherwise complaining about your lack of awareness of the environment.
The lovely Kate can normally be found trolling around the reduced section of supermarkets looking for damaged yoghurts. This is where I ultimately see her in the future, plodding around pushing a trolley full of Whiskas being followed by the feint whiff of piss.
Given all of this you’d think we hate her! That is not the truth though, we love her very much and relish each and every stern telling off she gives us for our bad habits. We would of course love her even more if she arrived on time some times…
Oh, the shame. Still might keep me away from the chocolate…
Then again, I doubt it.
This is the view from Stuart’s back garden, I’ve only just got it off the camera (see that freaky bug thing below), it was taken last weekend though. I love photos like this, I wonder where that jet’s off to?
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During a recent house clearance the following snaps were unearthed.
After a bit of a metaphorical spit and polish in Photoshop they’ve come up a treat. See for yourselves.
Ok, here we go, a number of photos I’ve taken and they’re all in super-panoramascope!
Pizza, alcohol and a stay in a top notch hotel, what could be better? Nowt, that’s what.
Also seeing Andy so shit faced he could hardly stand was slightly chortlesome, I won’t deny it.
Now, don’t worry I’m not going silly. I know it’s been ages since Halloween but this is the first test of my new image handling for this, the amazing and new crackerwax v2.0.
Let me know what you think!
Went to Birmingham with Tor, Nicki and Kate on a bit of a bender. It was blinding.
We met a Texan called Levi who was really cool, a yam-yam who was out with his mates celebrating the birth of his kid (same guy then proceeded to try to get Tor’s phone number), Kate lost her cash card in the receipt slot of a cash machine and we all ended up getting proper ripped off in curry house. Beautiful.
I could do it all again.