Melancollie and the infinite sadness.

Back from Spain! I spent 10 days on the south east coast near Mojacar with Rachel and our friends Guy, Vikki and little Asher. It was bangin'!


Asher rode his first plane.






Yeah! Fuck the system! I didn't know Jasper had been to Mojacar before me.

Spanksy (Spanish Banksy).


A paradox that nearly ended the universe - Vikki pushing a pushchair in a pushchair.

Our pool.


Doesn't this look like one of those diagrams showing the development of early man? Asher is the most developed obviously.



The Pig Zebra. Made by Chinese peasants no doubt, discovered by Alan Glass in some shitty souvenir shop.





For Sam.

Guy missed his guitar back home.



God is great is written about 5 zillion times around this Moorish palace. Knobs.





Ancient Moorish graffiti. "If you want sex phone Mohamed on 07758 569332"

Free tapas - after this (and after we'd actually ordered food) even more turned up. More burgers, steak sandwiches - mental.


Gay.

Gay.


Oh look Dear! Another fucking coin slot in a church! This one just has fake lightbulb candles - you don't even get to light a proper one.

I found out by taking this photo that Apple is almost certainly run by fundamentalist Christians. If I try to turn the photo upside down by turning my iPhone upside down the picture just rights itself on the screen by spinning 180 degrees. Try it. Photo blasphemy is not supported on the iPhone. Maybe there's an app for it.

Is it me or does this fucker look really evil? It's like one of those pictures inside a Profanatica or Havohej record where they've drawn corpsepaint on Jesus.

"Oooh lovely! A seafood vending machine!" Poor old Rach, we should have let her eat some. It's actually live fishing bait.

Poser.


Gay.