MASSACRE-LAND

oh how i love mozilla and its silly games it plays. you know like when your busy blogging and it underlines everything you write, just to be like "fuck your rules, actually."

anyway. you know its supposed to be a good post when it opens with a photo of Dwayne wearing a top that says "mountaintop motel massacre". you wrong i reckon. its been ok, normal usual shit has been happening.

me and dan went to court, i did stock take at work, and saw inglorious basterds.

i saw a really dead bird. oh, see how it has stopped now? what a funny thing ay. fuck off.
yeah deadout on the pavement.
went to see inglorious basterds with valena, seb and dani (they are on my course and are sharing a house with valena this year.) it was fucking brilliant with a really good story and twists and turns and i wasnt even sure what was going to happen in the end. loads of good violence too.


speaking of good violence, we saw loads of runescape, level 20 swordsman zelda fucking lord of the rings bitches walking into town in costume for some fantasy bullshit. two kindly posed, throwing up a W.
went to a bit shit house party for about an hour on saturday. loads of posh indy lads there well too drunk. the strobe was the best thing about it.
bonham wore another smashing top to football this sunday. nice bears. we drove around thinking of different clothes for a bit after he took me home. football was really good, like the week before.
do we look tired? yes we do. thats because we were brought before the magistrates court of law an nine in the morning. not knowing our fate, we trecked into town only to find out that we had turned up on the wrong day. we went the day after and everything was fine.

we were there for evation of coucil tax payments, and i dont have to pay it because ive got an exemption form. such that, world.
the narbs co-op is getting a massive refurb. still an overpriced shit-hole with fucking nothing good in it.
YOU AINT JR! hof is always grilling jr alikes stood in town who cast iregular shadows. this guys ticks all the boxes of the above statement.
valenas sink was blocked at her new house, so hof, scoring man points in the process got right stuck into it and finger the solidified fats out from the pipe under the sink. it stunk and there was chunks of fuck knows what coming out too.
stock take all day yesterday at work, were we literally count every single thing in the store, and then re-count it off the read we got back. i spent most of my day yesterday looking at this little machine, we were there until gone 9.
however!!! that evening i was recording with darryl and a really nice guy called perry. we got two vocals down for my next mixtape and darryl is mixing them today. this is a picture of him showing me a video that i have kindly embedded below. check the mental out.



valena got some pretty wicked royal chicken earlier, that shit is so good man. she had a strips burger with cheese and chilli sauce for one pound. thats your value right there.


wait... thats a bit tiny for one pound and five pence...there must be a mistake...
have a closer look dan, oh no, hang on... they are all that size. which brings me to this cunt...

WASTEMAN OF THE WEEK - KEN McMEIKAN (Chief Executive of Greggs Bakery)

remember the glory days when it used to go so hard? you could be looking at two sausages rolls for a pound, and they were a damn site longer, and when you got a steak bake, it wasnt just some pussyhole gravy based sauce between two luke warm peices of pastry, no. it actually had steak inside it. when you got a sausage and bean melt, it wasnt a beans and sausage melt. pizza bread seemed to last for hours, and you got some fucking change back.

now, all of a sudden the fucking whole place has become a joke, no longer the glorious pastry based all you can eat that once had a firm grasp on my regular diet. an excuse, a limp, half hearted attempt to fill the boots of the greggs we all know and love from yester year.
this is the fucking prick stood at the top of the pile. bossman. top boy. incharge of trebling prices and halfing sizes (and slices) at greggs.

listen, ken. i couldnt give two fucks if the service of your staff is always second to none (including the crackhead bird who works in the tramp one next to argos). we, and i feel i speak on behalf of everyone when i say, want greggs to be decent again, you smooth headed twat.


SORT THE FUCKER OUT!!!! some new drawings just below this post, get stuck in.

150 AND SOME DRAWINGS

please click on this one. ^^^

NEWCASTLE-LAND

YEAAAAH BOY. got back from hitting newcastle with elsa and john. it was sick, wicked time. we travelled by coach, so it was long, took about 6 hours each way. cool though, reading magazines, and chit chatting with jonh.

swine flu is so last week, but apparently some bitch at some service station didnt get the memo.elsa got on at doncaster and got straight on it. im not going to say what, but if you know elsa, im guessing you can make a pretty educated guess.
wicked! got our place for the night sorted. three man up in a little hotel called the sortees, turns out lenie henry is a wasteman. travel inn were trying it for 75 pounds a night and no rooms for three. some jordie legend called craig who worked on the sortees sorted us out big style with a big man room.
at saint james park (the home of newcastle united football club) representing.clock the wasteman with the half bald crazy hair do. he was mad funny.we were high up, it was a proper nice stadium. pissed it down horrible at one point.WAAAY

^ a little wrestling match we filmed in the hotel room, no homo.

i didnt take any pictures of us going out that night, but it was fucking brilliant. we all got really really smashed. you can see a couple of little clips in the video at the bottom of this post. really really good night out though.

aaron and kim have a restuarant up north, doing there best to keep it on the quiet.

newcastle college will do, seen as we didnt see the angel of the north. this is a little video of different clips of stuff that happened while in the north of the country. CHECK IT OUTTTTTTT

ALCOHOLISM-LAND

easy. been drinking a fair bit this week. saw a woman in the chipshop, with out any kids and she had a cloud with a rainbow going behind it on her cheek. made me laugh.

went to the premier of summer on lock at the boardroom, and saw bare man down there. wickedland representer sam taylor was there, check out his pictures from the night of bare guys taping cans together here

things were beginning to get a bit messy by now.

it was mosh that night, and i had to get a picture with dwayne. saw him today, and we were chatting about this night for a bit, not remembering alot.

when them lot went onto sophbeck, i gave it a miss, seen as that i had work at 7.30 the next morning. i embarked on a walk some, so lonely it makes oldboy feel like part of a football team. i took a picture of me walking home, and a picture of a hedgehog i saw.

last week lesta was doing that thing where it cuddenly stinks of shit again. it was fucking rank. i was on the vk's at mosh, so my hangover was horrible. i had to walk home which was ok, but a mission and i was mad tired and still a little drunk, seen as that i got in at about 5.

went round blakes to watch the arsenal manu match, jamie was hyping because they got a penalty turned down. ended up 2-1 united, and wenger got sent off.

saw ricky on his bike. YUH YUH YUH YUH YUH thats real 2006 big pimping style ricky shit.

went for a chinese after football on sunday with john, jamie, george and bonham. bonham was busy hollering at some girl on a balcony near the new highcross, but she was just on the phone. he even got onto the balcony ledge at one point, but she wasnt down.

football on sunday was possibly the best ever. siiiiiick.

after that, we went to firefly for a couple, so that was a laugh. aint been there in ages. it was bank holiday sunday night/monday morning, so it was quiet busy. we went onto superfly too, that was standard. always the same there really innit. me and john noticed the time, and figured that we had to be up at silly o clock the next day.

some lad getting some street sleep in.

WASTEMAN OF THE WEEK - ZAK BRHAAARGHFFFF

i swear you used to be down, and then you grew your hair out and turned into a bitch? fair play, he is in one of the best usa sitcoms, or at least used to be, then turned into a bit of a soap after the 3rd series. its all too much story lines these days and not enough chilling with turk. then look at this boy in movies. fucking emo bitch, always in some love shit, and when you think about it, he is just about the weakest character in all of scrubs. thinking about the way that he fell off really pisses me off man. take that shit about to 2001. series two for life.

HEADS GET MANGLED, VIOLENCE, BELL DEM

OOOH MYYY GODD