HORRIBLE FOOD AND FOOTWEAR

hello hello hello, another weeks worth of goings on, here are some photos. im aiming to do a little drawings post by the weekend too.



last friday (as you may have seen in the post below) me, jamie and max went to see pmoney and logan sama at the student union. it was shit, over priced, nobody was there, but logan played a good set. pmoney was being really lazy too, but what can you do with a half empty room. head half gone.



blacks sprayed out a little bit at the end, better than pmoney's whole set.



the promoters were fucking buzzing, really energetically dancing on the edge of the stage after pmoney and blacks went off. ha ha.



these minging lesbians were begging attention. they kept kissing and then looking round to see if anybody had clocked them.




met and interviewed logan sama after, it was so horrible. here is the video if you missed it below.






some other guy was doing an interview. boring shit no doubt. jamie has got the best interview questions.




saw and enjoyed this in the paper.




went into town after work to see a bit of the whole EDL thing. it had all calmed down by the time i got there, just a lot of police and tramps knocking about not really doing alot. seen some funny videos on peoples phones though.



john and dans coco pop + stella challenge.

stella turns the milk horrible!



john and dan had a little eat off, and it was fucking horrible. they were both battering it back for no reason, so so rank.

theo won a new whip for being the 10,000th peri peri customer. normal day.

the weather was too sick on sunday, proper warm and bright, it was lovely. we played football and it was glorious. even kyle came.

seen this wanker on the tv sunday night. blonde dippy curtains and a smoking jacket crew say eww eww.

also, glamorous fags from davidoff

this guys choice of footwear made me laugh. really practical office shoes with funky topman shorts. dont worry about it, he has got it covered.

fuck charity, its fucking shit. every time i give to charity i always get fucked over. there was some student bake sale at the union and im partial to cake so i had a little go. i got a brownie and a flapjack. they were both as shit as each other, both dry as fuck, they made my eyes water as they scratched down my throat. the brownie was fucking crumbling. it was some bewlshit.

there is a lad who has started my course and has a v for vendetta face in his photo on the wall in the studio.

also i saw this woman, atleast 40 longboarding round near jarrom street.

imagine if your mother had a breakdown and went back to uni. she makes a facebook profile and you see her tagged in photos drowning her sorrows in student halls while all the young people laugh at susan. also, you hear she is fucking skateboarding. i would be pyerssed. she picked her board up just after i took this picture to go over the concrete bit and looked over her shoulder. this fucking dumb bitch pissed me off. grow up you hippie twat.

royal chicken is the best eating establishment. i love it. i love how easy it is. i love how they have rubicon mango practically on tap, and i love the service. the safe main guy is leaving soon, going back to pakistan, he was only here studying. i hope to god it doesnt close down in 6 months.

eric come to our tuesday night thing and spent the whole night getting off with his girlie. i dont wanna get carried away ladies, but he looks like a pretty good kisser!

big up to uncle Peri for getting the drinks in. i felt like such a cunt when he bought me a beer and i didnt want to drink it. he asked what i drink and i was feeling vodka, and vks. with about half an hour of the night left he bought me 3 blue vks and a double voddy and coke. cheers pez!

thats right, "britains top comedian" was in the sun on wednesday. the 'top comedian in britian'. some how. not ricky gervais, not even long serving british comedy staples like bill bailey and billy connoly, fuck it; not even thick peoples choices like peter kay and lee evans. michael mcintyre.

i dont care what anybody says, green sweets are the the equivalent of ginger people. i opened a bag of m&m's to find this. i wanted to go back in the shop and dash the packet at the shop keepers head and tell him he is chuppid. she pissed me off, good job the different colours mean literally nothing in a bag of m&m's.

went for a nice meal with valena the other day. valena went for a big steak and i had some moussaka. shit was goooood.

also, saw this new style in royal last night, you can wear what you want now, so its ok, im not having a go.

kyle is here now drawing some pictures, so ill post them when he is done. mainly muscles and mouths so far, but anything could happen. cheers for reading.

WICKED-LAND INTERVIEWS LOGAN SAMA

for anyone who dont know, logan sama is pretty much the biggest person in the grime scene. his weekly radio show is a platform for grime music to be heard nationwide, and he regularly airs exclusives and sets with live artists.

we saw 'the grime minister' djing at the student union last week and managed to catch him outside to pick his brains. he comes across as a really safe guy, and did really well to put up with us. the full 'interview' lasts 14 pain-staking minutes.

logan does his best to stay impartial and not favour anyone, but at one point he says 'i think ghetts is the best, i am a ghetts supporter'. his words.

DEATHS, DAGGERS, DEPARTURES AND DIY

hey, here it is, another weeks worth of things that have been going on. I'm back to uni now, so im busy busy with a lot of projects. for one of them we got to choose what we wanted to do, so i set a brief to "develop wicked-land as a brand" so expect some things to come out of that pretty soon.


i saw this ridiculous bargain in the euro food shop on narbs. 79p for a pillow of these really nice little crisps. they are like tasteless wotsits, but really really nice.



i seen a guy in a sainsbury's jacket go into the co op. i didnt even want to look. i just got out of there before he started shooting up the whole place /nohype



dave and lewis came over on friday night last week for some drinks and some pizza. it was a really brilliant night, just spoke about old booker times and chilled out.



x factor has been at the fore-front of the red-top headlines this week. and like any other reliable source of up to the minute media, wicked-land is at the heart of whats going on.

cherryl cole consoles a weeping cher lloyd on saturday nights show.



will-i-am is piiiisssssed, he wants to get some of that northern-english-crackerbread-pussy, not fuck around hugging gyspie rakes.




Cornelius* tricked john into getting a tropical burger from tj's. it had fucking pineapple on it. looool.


this is me in the back up freezer at work last saturday. there is a pipe that drips, and when it drips all day every day, its freezes instantly in the -25c temperature and forms a long icicle.

i snap that shit off and pose with a dagger of ice. stab people to death then the evidence melts.


in other work news: me and andy found a strange little bug on his shoulder, so we put it in here, like a tomb, to think about what it had done. after a couple hours of solitary, we took him out, pushed him into a plug socket using an extension plug, and switched it on. a tiny buzz and a blue spark shot for a split second and then we couldnt get him out.

as you may have read, this little chappie didnt make the final cut either. there have since been big calls to get her back in, and rumours that its all part of a bigger plan as each judges will select a "wild card contestant" on this saturdays show to go back into the competition. (also it has come out that her mum has been stealing benifits so everyone has to go back to out of britian.)

i left my phone in max's room and when he brought it down to me it was like a parallel universe. he took a picture of me and my world caved in for a couple of seconds.

this guy was jamming in subway using the free wifi dead late at night chatting to people on msn, skype and some webcam ting.

seen bin bag lady from afar too. i would have got closer but i like living. she looks mental now, pure grey/white hair and a really weather-beaten face. she has never been a beauty, but still now she looks fucked.

i tried it at last, the long time recommended by americans; the fluffernutter. peanut butter and fluff on toast. i was pretty impressed, they really really complimented each other. good work usa.

we had free drinks on tuesday night. preeeetttttty gooooood. little vip fridge.

i got the crowd on a wickedland ting for a snap.

darryl got so pissed and started showering down bars over his own mixes. NOT HARD, NOT A BADMAAAAN

the death threat i sent to that racist love-cheat cheryl cole got published in the sun. i told you xfactor had been big news this week. well at least for the sun where real things dont matter.

sam bumped into kyle at the quay.

"ah mate, at last show us your homemade tat then ay mate" said sam.

"ah ay mate, bloody cant get me chuffing jeans up here can i? i bloody heck like" kyle exclaimed.

"oright. lets go under that there canal bridge and you can crack em out there" suggested sam.

"oright." remarked an obliging kyle.

there they are, the world premier.

this is a photo of my last ever thursday night shift at booker. ive got uni till late now on thursdays, so i cant do them anymore. ironically, the next thursday would be 5 years to the day since i started working there.

i was big ballin on my lunch today, two motherfucking pasta pots, living it up. drop in the fucking ocean, and ill eat what the fuck i like, fuck off.

as i took this picture in a nearly empty canteen a massive bloke who looks like that black prisoner out of the green mile looked at me and sort of tutted, doing that things that mum's do meaning "what are you like ay?" i thought fuck off mate, im not before a court of law, so dont judge me beeeetch.

valena also made me a carried dinner today, some pork stew with yorkies and this well nice basmati rice, it was perfect.

im going out now to see p money and logan sama at the su. ill let you know if its shit, thankyou for reading, see you soon!

GOOD INNIT 015

here it is, the stuff that ive liked over the last couple of weeks or so.

Jared leto is a weird one aint he? this is what he normally looks like, then he went all fucking weird. (see below).




innit.

then when looking for a picture of him i found some pictures of him being really skinny and really fat for a film role. scroll down to the bottom of the link to see a few of them.




this picture made me piss myself. then i read about it, followed the link and they are actually some really really nice pictures by an uncredited photographer HERE

ive been bumping alicia keys all week, and living off this video. its 'you dont know my name' from an AOL session. the backing vocals here are supreme. i strongly recommend getting hold of her MTV unplugged album.

also, ive been listening to loads of old kanye west. he is a fucking wasteman who needs to die a slow and painful death, but his old music is excellent. and his old production style is too much, some of my favourite hip hop. this track 'spaceship' is off his first album, the college dropout and was due for release, but then rocafella records wanted to concentrate on the new album.

anyway, they made a full video and it never aired. here it is.



had a brief convo with darryl too about a really good music video i saw, and this is it. pure double dutch madness. we spoke about best music videos ever, and darryl put this ok go video forward. they always do have really good videos.

saw this genius guy when i went london a couple of years ago.


WASTEMAN OF THE WEEK - GOK WAN

i dont know if i have already credited him, but i fucking hate him. its not a gay thing or whatever, its for simply reasons like he calls himself 'auntie gok', when he is only just male, and the way he constantly sexually harasses females, and gets away with it because he is gay. he used to be a nice guy, who helped woman out but now its just getting out of hand.




thats all, im going to do my weekly post tomorrow if i get a chance, maybe in the AM so keep it super-glued. cheers for reading!

IVE HAD A GOOD WEEK

i really have. quickly looking back through these pictures then its been pretty good. maybe this is a bit premature, as i last posted the weekly post on monday morning, but i have just got a bit of time and wanted to take advantage of it.


we saw a massive dog in town, i dont know if the photo does it justice, bit it was fucking huge. i looked him square in the face and went "you wasteman". zero he can do about it, the cunt.



also, we saw a guy with bleached jeans, 14 hole docks and a tassley leather jacket. he went past us in town and we missed the photo opportunity, but luckily he was pacing down narborough road when we went by.



football on monday was fun too. we were playing some team who looked pretty good (by that, i mean they were all wearing the same kit, and were all young men.) after about 5 minutes of the match it became clear they wanted to play dirty, and they were. elbows, kicking, pushing, they had two players sin binned during the match for stamping on our players on the floor, and cropping our players and then booting balls at them on the deck. they were arseholes, there should have been more than two.

with about 4 minutes to go, still 0-0, their keeper comes bombing out, botches a slide tackle, and tom ends up slotting into an open goal to give us a 1-0 lead. we held it down for a couple of minutes and ended up beating these tramps 1-0. booyah. queue team photo. (sneaky shin-pad 'W' by jimlad).


of course we cracked open the fruit polos to celebrate upon returning home. dan got yellow and orange, i got double orange and john got purple/red. unbelievable luck displayed by the irishman again.


the following night me and darryl played at superfly's new student night 'picnic'. it was wicked, we played the dubstep floor, and it went so nicely. as you can imagine, it was freshers week, so everyone was really up for it, the crowd were cracking. a mosh pit started to darryl new tune 'war'. looooool.

wednesday morning sent me back here, uni. for what will hopefully be my final year of education. come may next year, an old boy from work called david is retiring, after most of his life working. come may next year, hopefully i will be graduating, after most of my life in education. you know that thing were like when one old person dies, a baby is born? i feel its kinda like that innit? like he is finishing working full time, just as a start. he is passing the baton on to me.

we had a welcome back lecture, telling us whats in store for the year to come. the projection at the front read "you can pay $1m for your education but it will not be worth anything without a passion for the subject."

i feel fucked. when i left college i was a sharp young designer, who genuinely cared about graphics. since getting into to uni, ive not learned a lot of new skills, forgot a lot of stuff i learned at college and have been constantly told how few jobs there are in industry for how many designers graduate every year.

i feel so sorry for this guy, what a shit job.

i saw this at the freshers fair, some student night coming up. i walked by, saw people signing up and getting their t-shirts and just thought 'you lot better hope jimlad dont show up'. i shook my head and felt so knowing.

the sky was hyping again. this was wednesday at about 6.30. pure pure dark, and the sky had a really redish hue to it. i love the sky.

got some new boots at work last night. very good times, my old ones were fucked, i'd had them years. i thought they would be pure rank and different to wear but they were fine, exactly the same as the others but nice and new, and toe-caps dont pop out and make the edges of my little toe's bleed.

went for a peri peri last night with jamie, max and valena. i kept trying to speak and they kept shushing me, telling me they were busy 'downloading apps' or 'playing angry birds'.

FFS FML LOL LMAO G2G CYA