I've never felt so much like a Morrissey in my life. Compared to the men of Bournemouth I felt like a gay poet dressed in an outfit that said FIGHT ME. The next morning we realised that this was almost certainly all in our imagination and if anything the local lads probably looked at us and thought we were from the town planning department or something. "Awww, don't start on them - they're old, it wouldn't be fair."
When I took this I really trought it might be the only photo of the weekend as were on our 18th lap of Bournemouth trying in vain to find a normal pub to drink in. We ended up in a snooker hall.
No, I don't know either.
"I wish I'd had one of these down the Wine Lodge"
Don't ask. Dave was carrying this in his pocket all night.
He makes my heart sing!
Judging by the photo I'd say Freak Scene just came on the juke box.
ZZZZZZ..
Oh and yeah - this is one of the most upsetting things I've have created.
No we didn't go in this year. That's Jack from Lost right there though.
Just look at this old lion.
Oh no! He's clocked us taking the piss!
Saw this king on the way home.
Found more face 50/50s on my phone. Rach x Vikki.
Guy x Vikki.
Me x Rach.
Asher x Guy.
So finally we have a podcast for Landscape. After a few days of grappling with the finer technical points of XML files and RSS feeds I am now a more learned individual with a better world view and an appreciation of friendless-geeks everywhere. That shit is hard!
Click the logo and have a look at the trailer for the new vid and some of the older bits I whacked up there too. Subscribe now!
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