Thursday, December 25, 2008

I wonder what it would be like the burst at the seams?

Feeling like you are bearing child is terribly underated.
or several children for that matter.
The trifle is the father. but the turkey has my heart.
Merry Christmas to the expecting. and the unexpected.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The falconer

If anyone misses me while I'm gone, go to the falconer on oxford street. It's the french-diner-esque looking joint with the massive lemon meringue pies in the street window.
Take a green leather booth, order the scrambled eggs with potato, rosemary and leek galette and a skim flat white and watch the waistcoated bar boys.
I left a little of my spirit there this morning.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Air Mail Virgin

I have just shipped off goods ( I exaggerate, in reality I sent a mustard yellow C4 envelope with 3 bits of paper inside) overseas, say, 10 minutes ago. I must admit it was a strange experience. Indeed I came out of the whole process feeling a little disappointed but still rather satisfied.
It was kind of like ripping of a band aid, I've never been a fan of the whole rip it off fast its better if its quick philosophy anyways, for some reason I like the slow agonising process, death by torture or something. So when I witnessed a very routine treatment occur to my package (ha, funnier if I was a boy or 12) I was taken aback. At the same time I couldn't tell you what I expected, some farewell ceremony of sorts? I don't know. The lady clearly had done this many times before, not appreciating that this was my first, I didn't even have time to lie back and think of England before she was asking me to pay her the $4.10.
Interestingly enough (and yet at the same time a completely pointless side note) it had taken me nearly a month to get said goods from book to envelope to P.O.brothel. Did I expect the lady to applaud my inherent laziness as to not partake in the 2 minute journey up the road for 20 days?
Perhaps I anticipated far too much. Either way junk I sent is now on its way to London town, which is a good feeling and the closest I am likely to get for a while.
Reply pending.

Monday, December 8, 2008


I clearly need to improve my file management. I spent the last hour trying to find out how this image made it into my collection. "abb4fb33b6aed9eaea7be7d8ac85edbc8b9099c7_m" doesnt exactly give the game away. Sorry copywrite goons if im infringing on your turf.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

Anything you may find here is from a pair of twits with minimal sense and even less talent. Feel free to judge at will, we wont care. In fact this is a free for all blog, email and contribute your little hearts out. If we like you, we wont tell you that you smell. Honest. Happy stumbling.