GOOD INNIT 007

yo, about to show you some good things.


this is a poster by a guy called raid71. its not official, just a fan thing, but i thought it was proper wicked.



downloaded the breakage album and found this on there. i was listening to this zarif girl last year, she is a bit like a female jack penate in some songs. listen to this, enjoy it and then listen to the original too.



read every single one of these.





Halloween 2006 special. L-R: billy, sam e, kyle, me, ricky and dylan.




BONUS ROUND:


i found this little film about japan made by some women called Kenichi. its about how japan is different and strange, its very interesting.


WASTEMAN OF THE WEEK - GO COMPARE WASTEMAN

Sam couldn't think of a wasteman of the week so he asked me (Kyle) to think of one, I thought of this cunt more or less straight away, He started off with one advert which was fucking bollocks and there's now a whole series of them, He started off just being a fat twat soprano to being able to fucking float and make letter boxes move, I couldn't think of one way to hurt him so here's a few suggestion, Nail him to the floor then burn his face off with a blowtorch, Bum him with a spiked baseball bat, Chop his hands and feet off then dip his stumps in a mix of bleach and salt , Belt sand his whole back, Nail gun each of his bollocks to the floor then pull him up. Anyway if you havn't guessed by now I want to fucking kill this twat I actually get really angry just thinking and I actually leave the room when his stupid fucking adverts come on, So fuck off go compare tenner and stop plaguing our TV screens you fucking wasteman of the week. Oh and that tenner joke is well old so think of a new one like, How much did he cost? Not much cause he's a prick.



GOOD INNIT?

RICKY MARTINS ANNOUNCES HE IS GAY

she bangs, she bangs, but he wouldnt know.





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MUSCLES AND FOOD

yooooooo another week, its monday again, so here are some pictures of whats been going on!



vinesh had a car accident and was completely unreachable up until about 15 minutes before kick off. this left us late, not warmed up, and only with 6 players. we lost again. like a fucking star, valenas mate emily came and grabbed me and dave and whipped us up to the place where we play.

as ever, jimlad outstayed his welcome and ended up sleeping at mine. it was cool, we stayed up until about 4 in the morning talking about money and vagina.

we said how everything you do your life will fall into one of three elements. one of the three p's. pussy, paper, personal.

lunch was brilliant at work on wednesday. me, dave and keiran got put on together. this is unheard of. i had a little tesco pasta pot and two meatball subs, dave had crisps and 3 sausage and egg sandwiches, keiran had two bottles of lucozade and some pasta he made the day before.

that wasn't all that happened. entertainment was laid on too. the compressor had blown out at work, and literally within two minutes of john the butcher calling for a repair man, compressor man came and started fixing away. he worked quickly, efficiently and all the time with a smile on his face. it was brilliant.

went down billys because he had a free house wednesday night. this is the best picture of him as a baby. there is another one where the shadow makes it look like he has got a mullet, but i couldnt find that one. he aint change alot innit?

went to see shutter island with valena on wednesday night. i thought it was pretty good, i would recommend it in fact.

fuck religion. fuck people who believe in religion. letting something that there is no physical proof of rule your life. what you wear, who you talk to, sexual and personal activity. i fucking hate this shit. this demographic. young, chippy asian women, so fucking loud and that, acting all rude all the time, but then still believe in some bullshit fake stories about these blue guys with 8 arms. fuck your symbol. fuck wearing it, and still thinking that you are a rudegirl. i fucking hate this so so much. religion is obviously an early form of policing to manipulate the weak minded into behaving that has gotten out of hand and i cant for the life of me understand how things have been allowed to get this carried.

the big bang is proven science, no argument. no adam and eve, shut up and fuck off with your shite stories.

some muscles that were in the paper. the flash went off, the photo was a failure. but over the past few days, this picture has just been on my phone and ive grown to like it. they are so bronzed and ripped. i thought fuck that if i aint putting this on my blog.

smashed a window to bits the other night for no reason. i dont care about phoneboxes anymore.

went to the cinema with the lads for the second night in a row. saw shank. this is a film i would not recommend. dont get me started. aside from a decent soundtrack and the cameo of d double e, there was literally nothing to write home about. the film was built on an ill thought out, inconceivable concept. stupid crap.

went for a lovely breakfast with dan. everything went well, it was smashing.

tattoed valena.

travis and jake are the new golden boys tag team of booker. they remind me alot of a young sam and dave. confident, but they know they have a long way to go. similar, but very different. they are both ped pushers.

took valena out for dinner because she has gone home now. this is her dish, she had a seafood paella. i had some lemon chicken thing, roasted veg and 'rustic potatoes'. these potatoes were mccains alternatives, seen them coming out of the bag and into the deep fat fryer. shit pissed me off, the meal was pretty expensive too. also they didnt have the desert i wanted and the service was shit!

next to us was a right gaggle of women, and one of them didnt enjoy her dish, so she bullied this pushover manager into giving her 20% off the tables total bill and two free bottles of wine. i heard her saying there was nothing wrong with the food, she just didnt like it. she was so embarrassing and shameless.

thats all for now, ill do a good innit soon. cheers for reading.

DOGS AS PROMISED*

coursework in ink and fineliner. better go to bed, got to be up at 6.15. NIGHT NIGHT

WOW

the facebook is brilliant sometimes.

SANDWICH MASTERCLASS

its been a while since ive done one of these innit??


------FAJITA TOASTED SANDWICH------

STEP 1) toast two slices of bread. i used my new toaster and dans medium kingsmill bread, you can use whatever you like. i reckon not brown hippie bread because it wont go with the Mexican flavour. dont go mad on the toasting, only lightly toast your bread.



STEP 2) add sour cream to your bread. i added sour cream to both, then later thought why didnt

i put salsa on one piece? never mind, there will always be a next time.

STEP 3) add your roasted and or fried peppers. the juice and oils soak through into the bread. i used green and red peppers.

STEP 4) next, space your spicy chicken out. make sure you get a nice even coverage, corner to corner. i accidentally picked up the wrong fajitas at asda. so my chicken hard my own little spice blend on. fajita spice and this Jamaican BBQ chicken one.

STEP 5) add some cheese. i like the mature real shit, so i go for the cathedral city extra mature all the time. but you can have whatever you want. however, i reckon white cheese looks better.

STEP 6) top it off with the other slice of bread, and slice in half. i later thought 'why didnt i put some sweetcorn in there?' so the next day, i got the sandwich out of the fridge and put some sweetcorn in the bitch.

this shit tasted so so nice. deffo just make too much stuff next time you have fajitas, it was ridiculously good.

later tonight, im going to post up some drawings of dogs. cheers for reading.

I FORGOT TOO

i completely forgot to put this on the last edition of GOOD INNIT.

some bonus round, old college work shit i found a little while ago.

GETTING LAZY

considering ive got the internet at the flat now im getting well lazy with uploading the weeks pictures. for instance these ones seem fucking ages ago.

went for a nice little croques with valena. i had some chicken and bacon wrap thing, it was proper nice. as ever. croques fucking kill it. shame its full of posh arseholes who stay sat down for ages after they have eaten talking about the financial times.

THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS BITCHES!!

you know when they used to paint out the little yellow areas on the floor in front of cashpoints that meant like one at a time sort of thing?

at cashpoints that dont have then it means you can stand where you like. this bloke was watching this woman enter her stuff, get her money out and shit, and then when she finished he walked off in another direction and finished his maryland.

brilliant people.

the rain came, we were pissed off.

that night there was meant to something on at jamjar what me and darryl were playing. the night flopped horrifically, some of the lads went on to the charlotte and i said i was just going to go home cause i had work the next morning.

on the way there was some reggae night on at hub. it was free so we popped in for one, just to have a look. ended up having such a brilliant night. they were playing such good music, there has enough people so that it looked packed out, and everyone was in a well good mood. this is a shite photo, from my shit phone of me on the mic there.

saw this in the toilet too. made me laugh, even if spelt wrong they are 100% right.

i dont get it with vegetarians, they are not really humans. meat is such a good, good thing, not even on opinion, this is fact. why they would want to deprive themselves of that i have no idea. going mcdonalds and having to order a vegetable deli is not a life.

nice fruit under the counter at cyprus kebab house. one of the most overpriced places on all of narbs.

went to emily's birthday party last saturday too. me and seb we wearing homemade plasters in homage to nelly, the best rapper alive.

everyday were wickedlanding.

my dad shown me this, looks like he is biting his arse innit? and giving him a reach around.

fuck this shit. the plot of yes man, from what ive heard is that jim carry, against his will can only say yes. sounds alot like liar liar innit? sounds alot like money for old rope to me. fuck this. staright down to three pounds, how embarrasing.

jimlad came asda with me. we were in marvel of the easter egg isle. you know the eggs which have a window in the box? we were looking at them and thinking if you bombed it, you could smash the egg and ruin some kids day.

watermelon rubicon, getting picked up again, no messing about. regular feature in my shop now.

look closely, just to the right of the checkout womans hands. fucking morrisons bag in asda. awful. i hate morrisons, ive never really got it. just popped up out of nowhere and its just a bit shit innit. the only reason to go there is if you are going to the odeon.

the next day i went to the odeon with my mum and two sisters. i went morrisons to get sweets before the movie and saw these. voice sweets. never heard of you, you dont exist.

there was nobody in this car, it was just parked like this. its hard to see in the picture but its about a third into the road and was fully covering the path.

FUCKNG TRADE DAY AT WORK MEANS LOADS OF FREE INDIAN FOOD. i boshed my share of onion bajhis. (i dont know how to spelt bar-jee's.)

seeing the world in 3d.

fucking busses. some driver went the wrong was and way fucking about for ages trying to correct himself had to do a three point turn, and added another 10 minutes to my journey.

later this day, waiting for a bus in town this old woman was stood behind me in the queue. acting like she was looking to see if the bus was coming, she gradually edged in front of me, until she was fully in front of me.

it was a clash of principals at this point. i dont let people push in front of me, thats some bullshit. but then i dont start arguments with old people of there are alot of people about. i was fucked.

it was so odd, we were both at the front, and she just done it like i wouldn't notice. fucking little bowl cut, saggy bitch. fuck old people, think the world owes them a debt because they have lived long. to me, i think that just means they are taking the piss more, and should keep there heads down and wind there fucking necks in. "respect your olders" i respect people who dont go around acting like cunts, and slow me down.

at about 7, i went into town for the second time that day to go and meet this promoter.

as i got off the bus, there was this bloke counting out change in his palm, and i just put my day rover in his hand. he was well buzzed out, said thanks and then smiled. i walked off thinking im fucking mother Teresa or something. got to a cash point and was waiting in the queue. it was fucking pissing it down. out of nowhere this guy came and put me under his umbrella. what a nice gesture innit? chilled under there for about a minute until i was at the front, got my money out then bounced.

MINISTRY OF SOUND WAREHOUSE PARTY

i didnt get a great load of pictures, but it was pretty good. loads of people, really good loud sound systems. i was hosting the dubstep room from 12 -3.

there were some lads getting well too carried thinking they are in human fucking traffic or something. john burns that shit.

this was the dubstep room at about midnight. it was packed from the front to the back, absolutely lively.

by the end of the night i had a proper sweat on, more than i ever have had before i think. i was literally dripping. the room was hot, but my perspiration was taking the piss.

me and shumba went back to back for a while. "WHERE THE LADIES AT? I DONT KNO-OOW!" we are gonna make a tune together.

later on these lads came up and wanted to mc. the mood just dropped and the party came to an end. despite the faces in this picture (taken during the period with the mic was getting passed around like a fucking off-beat, out-of-time zoot) it was an absolutely wicked night.

the next day, yesterday, i went round to max's to watch liverpool loose to manchester united. he showed me the remains of a pizza his girlfriend had got into. i dont know what the fuck she was playing at to be frank.

life coach max was giving me a lecture about how the bastard attitude has long since gone from wickedland, and the subject matter is alot less offensive. i suppose he is right, this wasnt a consious dissision, i think it just happened over time.

he has sky plus, so you can pause live tv. kalou was pulling an ugly face, and i paused. fucking fanny haired bastard aint he?

a little video just to leave you with.