Thursday, 11 February 2010

FOR YEARS THEY WAS GIVING YOU LUNCH MEAT ONLY, NOW THEY GIVING YOU SPAM INSTEAD OF BALONEY






Work related roffles.





more of the same, this time rowing machine related



This is a tune by PackFM, never heard of him until recently and im not really a fan of 'political hip-hop' (what with Saul Williams being a bit of a gaylord "free poetry" type and all) but i really rate this, i like the fact he goes off on an internet being the opium of the people style rant and then loads of bellends like me decide to put it on blogs to pretend that we are in some way partly responsible for making it. Irony is not just a periodic group 8 metallic element with an atomic number of 26 and an added cockneyism at the end.



Wednesday, 3 February 2010

BEYOND IMPRESSIVE

Don McCullin -






http://news.bbc.co.uk/today/hi/today/newsid_8492000/8492777.stm


Some peoples lives are fucking incredible. The last bit about the sniper is mindblowing.

Tuesday, 2 February 2010

MY LUCKY EGG


The amateur footballers ambrosia






Tuesday, 26 January 2010

THINGS WERE BETTER WHEN EVERYTHING WAS SHITTER









If only the mid day BBC2 detective series starred him, not the mousey fellow with the OCD.




The Bodines 1987



KMD 1990

Monday, 25 January 2010

Friday, 25 December 2009

ARTISTIC? I'D DESCRIBE MYSELF MORE AS 'ARTASTIC'











My Christmas present. Absolutely bangin youth! ya done know etc






I did this a while ago, i dont know why i wrote 'fucked in the head' on the gent with receders grill, maybe he just looked like a wrongun.



In other news i am in the process of learning to talk like a west indian yardie, im gunning to be the only white west indian o.g. jesmond yardie in the whole of newcastle.

Im listening to a lot of dubstep to prepare myself.


Ive realised dubstep is like some sort of rubbish urban radiography to remove the cancer of liking good music from my sensiblilities and replacing this part of my brain with a voice that tells me that i should act like a complete fucking doylem from 'life and lyrics' or whatever, even though i was raised in a northern city known for its bread cakes and fishquay fesitivals.


this will fully prepare myself from listening to nothing but elephantman outside le beado on Acorn Rd.



"Fair point youth, fair point, straight up gully yah?"


Wednesday, 23 December 2009

NEARLY SANTAS BIRTHDAY






In other news i got my dad some socks for christmas and have a bit of a rash on my arms
merry eczmas! HOHOHOSNAP!(sound of bucket being kicked away and neck being rendered from spine)