GREECE AND BULGARIA

HELLO! sorry i didnt post anything while i was away, didnt have a great deal of time on the internet, also i had nothing to post. what follows is not quite the photographic extravaganza that i posted up last time i travelled to these parts, for that reason. i had been there before so alot of things didnt strike me like they did last year. either way, there is still a nice dose of eastern european fashion, food and locals. enjoy.


i went for a shit at the airport and this was written in pen on the toilet roll dispenser. it made me laugh, of all the things you could write. ha ha. (for those not in the know, BBK is an abbreviation of 'boy better know' a grime crew/record label.)


first day tan/sunburn lines. after flying into sofia airport in bulgaria, we drove across the border to greece through the night. didnt get alot of sleep so we went onto the beach and chilled.



little messi doing his bit for foreign snacks.



this was one of the beaches in greece. i cant tell you exactly where i went because i really dont know. they were all like this though, really close to the shore and with umbrellas because it was hot. very very nice indeed.

valenas godmother was dead lovely and kept buying us ice cream. this was the best strawberry ice cream ever, pure juicy and delicious.

this was her funny shit lighter.

this was it for five days really, just chilling in 43 degrees sunshine on the beach. i read this months FHM cover to cover, and also a really good football magazine called 'when saturday comes', i strongly reccomend it.

some genius media in greece.

this was us crossing the border from greece to bulgaria. we drove for hours through the day and through the bulgarian mountains in the glaring sun. i tried to get photos, but couldnt capture the beauty on my phone. an honestly stunning view, this winding road; punctuated every 100 yards by gypsies at the roadside selling berries, jams and reserved stretched through massive valleys of 50 foot high pine trees for hours. it was lovely.

the first night back was valenas mum's birthday party, there were a load of valenas family and friends and we had a massive barbecue. after that a few of us went out to a club.

i had been banging the vodka very hard, and then when we got to the club we bought a bottle and me and valenas mate evo (pictured) battered it between us pure fast. this is us, both pissed out of our heads thinking its cool to sit-down-dance to living on a prayer.

"GET IT OFF!!! GET IT OFF ME! WHAT IS IT!?"

they have these street vendors that sell these kebab's that are 2 lev (about 80p). in the pitta you get chicken shish, little home made fried chips, peppers, cucumber, onion and tomato all with this nice little garlic mayo sauce. 80p. they are fucking massive too, honestly, i would live off them here, they are so delicious.

heinz exotic sauce. ooh lar-de-dah. one of the 57 varieties.

also we went away from valena's home town of plovdiv for one night to another little village that i cant pronounce the name of. it had mineral water spas dotted about, and there were people filling up bottles with this hot fresh mineral water. proper nice and refreshing to wash your hands under.

this euro-meat-head was living up to his name. we were buying some snacks from this shop, and this guy come straight in and went for the cold meats. he bought 1kg of salami.

i had to do it. i had to become a sophbecker. because we were only at that apartment for one night, i only packed a little carrier bag of things to wear. socks didnt make the cut, i just forgot... then ended up paying the ultimate twat ankles price that evening when i put my jeans on to head back out for dinner. sorry guys.

said dinner was fucking bollocks. i ordered grill chicken and chips with veg. last year, the veg we had from a couple places was off the hook, pure nice grilled peppers, onions and carrots. as we ordered i asked valena to ask the waitress what the vaguely described "veg" was. she replied not broccoli. me and valena looked at her and she just said "you know, frozen... out of a packet". i think momentarily she forgot we were actually paying for the dinner, not in a fucking iceland advert.

when the dinner come out the "grilled" chicken was beaten to a pulp, chewy and pink inside, the veg was cubed carrots and peas that was full of cold water from where it had not properly defrosted in the pan and the chips were oven chips that were full of warm oil. fucking discusting shit. good job it cost so little.

the next morning i got a little pikachu ice cream. i wasnt best impressed by the actual lolly. it was very nice though.

do you think this blog qualifies as a food blog? it seems to be the main thing in my life doesnt it? all i fucking go on about. i had a stranger message me telling me he has seen my blog and that i need to change my diet this week.

is this just me who has seen this? or is this a thing that we have over here that ive just never paid attention to? i hope im going to unearth this too. i took the raw talent of fluff and now look at it, its soaring.

we went to this gallery in a garden in the old town a couple times. first one was for a friend of valena's mum and godmum. the gallery owner takes a 30% slice of any sales and was a close friend of the 'artists'.

this had a lot to do with the exhibition being on, because her art wasnt upto much. i didnt get a picture, but basically her painting are all really vague, poorly drawn musical instruments and female figures and umbrellas and stuff painted in acrylics. she openly says she knocks out 40 "paintings" a month, and it shows. she was asking 400 euros for some of them. of her fucking little head.

the second exhibition was some guy, and it was a collection of his work from over the last 20 years. it wasnt outstanding, but there were elements that i really liked, he had a good use of colour and mark making.

in the photo above, the woman in the white top on the right of the shot was giving a little introduction speech on the opening evening of the exhibition. the man on the left in the black tshirts phone went off, letting loose this loud almost novelty monophonic ringtone. he didnt walk the call outside, (i was stood literally infront of the gardens entrance, 5 paces away from him) he just stood there and took the call, i few steps away from the woman, it was duuuuumb funny.

we went to see salt that night. its shit, in reality jolie would be dead 20 minutes in, but thats not much of a blockbuster is it?

they dont trust you in bulgaria. the cinema was in a mall and we left the the screen from a different door to the one we came in from. this was so people dont try to sneak back in and see another film on the free, but honestly, talk about extra. the walk went on for about 2 minutes through these never ending white coridoors.

hench slice of pizza is 1 lev (40p). NORMAL DAY

summer berries fanta world. bullshit flavour, 2/10.

water fountain in the park being used by well minded youths. i dont think you would get this in this country. i know its hotter over there, but still im sure it gets pissed in 64% of the time.

we had pure little coffee's, cakes, ice creams and that.

banana ice cream is one of my favourite foods.

their is your euro fashion. fish nets socks with some wedge heels to the office.

we went to this pizzaria one night too, and it was fucking amazing. everything was really really great. i had a small deep pan one with baaaare toppings on.

went go karting one night with valenas god sister tina too. it was sick, its so so cheap, like 4 pounds for 10 laps. when i went last year it wasnt times, but this year it was. i went on one time and got ok lap times, nothing unreal. so i waited a bit then went on later. after 10 laps, and ripping past these 5 bulgarian boyo's i got the 15th best lap time of the month.

buzzed out for about half an hour until i realised it was the 1st of the month.

this taxi driver had a magnetic arial and he had put a load of ring pulls on it. it was really good.

i packed my suitcase full of exports, honestly it was so so rammed with stuff, and i thought it was going to be well over the 20kg limit. fuck you rules, ill get just under the limiiiit.

back in leicester, and someone in mcdonalds had put a tenner into a little charity box on the counter. your mental if you do that, you know the employees just split it up between, zero africans get a look in.

CHEERS FOR READING, ILL POST SOME BULGARIAN GRAFFITI FLICKS TOMMOROW BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

GOT TO BE REAL QUICK

you may have seen this on facebook yesterday:

This is a stub from coach ticket back from luton airport to leicester. I wasin luton because i was supposed to be flying to bulgaria at 9.50 tonight. turns out the 23rd is tommorow, not today and subsequently meansthat you should deffinately double check your tickets and make sure youget to the airport on the right day.unlike me. a coach to leicester and back down to luton tommorow was£27.70, a lot cheaper than spending the night and all of tommorow in a holiday inn room.



so ive been at home all day today waiting to leave out again. my coach leaves town in 40 minutes, and this is a job i forgot about having to do before i leave. here is quickedland.



jake got beat by 64 year old dave in a arm wrestle. jake is 17.



went into town with jamie and seen three indian women getting a stranger to take their picture. it made us laugh, they werent even in the new bit of the shires.

hmv sells clothes. clothes for people who just watch dvds and play games and have no idea how to dress.

this woman was begging attention in town too. sat on the floor when there were perfectly good benches next to her. fuck hippie types. just jumped up tramps.

i stayed up late and got fucked over by the new tiger woods. as you can see, i had to complete the challenge in 6 strokes or less. i did. it was a friday, and i had to be up the next morning for work at 6:30. you know when its really late and simple things on games become really hard? it was like that but i promised i would stay up late, and feel fucked the next day to complete it. this was at 1:20, when i found out i could have just had a nice early night.

the next morning keiran made a really easy sausage and cheese sandwhich for breakfast using cocktail sausages.

this was my lunch on saturday.

as i explained above, i travelled to luton yesterday. on the way there, on an empty coach this 17 year old pakistani girl came and sat with me for a bit. she didnt shut up. she told me about everything to do with her life, including her boyfriend of three months who is from turkministan and his nickname is chiki wiki. her dad doesnt know about him. she was trying to get me to call her a paki too because then i knew she was pakistani and not indian. i disproved religion by explaining about divine intervention and how innocent good muslims are dying in the floods and she left me alone.

this woman picked up frankie boyells book at the whsmiths in the airport and was quoting bits out loud and laughing. this was not long before i found out i was checking in for the wrong flight. people laughed at me when the woman told me my flight was tommorow.

i have to go now, that really was quickedland, so expect i expect spelling mistakes.

MANS A BADMAN BRUV

not really a jeremy kyle watcher, but this guy is well funny. he is a pure man slag, who is really full of himself. he is on with his girlfriend, and at one point he winks at this girl in the audience. give it a watch if you get time.

PEOPLE DRESSED IN THE SAME COLOUR

hello, a lot of these photos are from summer sundae, just pictures that i took on my phone instead of my camera. dan has just gone to royal chicken, ive got washing hanging out and i need to have a shower and that.



you have to look closely but this guys hair is genius. he are not in middle america mate. he had a shaved head with the rankest pony tail ever. what would make him think this is the way to do it?


i love new walk. it used to be a cultural epicentre of leicester, and was the first part of central town to get renovated. then they built the job centre at the bottom and everything went wrong.


like jake told me, they have fluff in tk maxx now. go get some if you wanna try it. im bored of it now to be honest, had too much of it too quick, ive got full jars sat in my room that i dont wanna touch.

had a badmans lunch break with billy on wednesday, it was so hot and lovely.


this was the weather thursday at work. jake walked with me round to tesco.

if your not a grime guy, skip to 1:13. if you are listen and enjoy it.







SOME TESCOS BAG ON YOUR HEAD WHEN ITS RAINING MANDEEEEEM




this was in the musician tent at summer sundae. the rain was annoying, but we got our weekend off to a good start with by the rivers. listen to some of their music here.




seen this guy setting up for the band that was on next. his hat was the same quilted pattern.




yes police mans trousers. i saw him picking up bottles and binning them. i bet when he was going through bobby school he seen like an action montage of his career in his head. jumping over car bonnets, catching master criminals... not being a fluorescent litter picker.




there a bulmers tent where they were giving free drinks of bulmers. its still shit. its not magners and magners isnt strongbow. safe for free though. i won loads of frisbees from them too.







this girl lauren had the best horse wellies ever. it was like a photograph of a painting all stretched around them.


everyone was taking loads of pictures.




chris was 11. battering the strongbow.




the brent-meister-general was in attendance.




walking home one day i got proper soaked. i kept thinking that i was going home to have a shower anyway, so it didnt matter.




when i got back to the park there was a rubicon van giving out free cans of rubicon. it was like a fucking dream come true. look at that for a vehicle livery too, genius.




he has probably got kids ay. only when i come to upload these pictures i spotted alot of them were people dressed all in one colour.





the worst cloud came over us saturday. we were all chilling at the tents, it was proper sunny, and then you could see the rain coming across the field. it battered it down.




someone made me this badge, and it means "fuck knows" good innit.




i like t-shirts like this. they suit these find of blokes. i hate seeing young people in slogan t-shirts.




i was pissed out of my head and really annoying to these two girls. i wanted a photo of there tshirts to show kyle. i think it comes across on their faces that i was being well annoying. fuck them, they look like dickheads anyway.




at what point do you think "im going to have two banded crocks of shit on my face"? festival wanker.




jodi started a fight with this massive girl, and it ended up in jodi getting bit on the back of her thigh. look at poor will trying to calm things down. dont you think the hench girl looks like a lion?







i went to the pub to watch liverpool vs arsenal on sunday too. on my own. i bought a little bottle of orange juice and a can of irn bru (which the barman opened for me, and i wasnt happy about this because its almost the best bit innit?) and they cost £3.80 together. i had a 2 pound coin out thinking 'that should cover it'.






seen this number plate on the way upto football monday night. how embarrassing. it was a young asian chap, who due to religious ties is probably still a virgin. there is no problem with that, but you dont get a number plate named after a sexual position do you?



new twix ting at work. it looks from the picture on the box a bit like a mars delight but with caramel in the middle. it looks good.


thats all for now, ill try to squeeze in a little one before i go to bulgaria on sunday, because internet might not be doing alot out therrrre.