36...45...Wait, what size are wheels?

The yanks are here - Fiske and Marty are over from Boston for 3 weeks.


We stopped by the 4th plinth at Trafalgar Square at exactly the right time - Elvis impersonator!!

Toy shop board!


"I'm only eating this watermelon for the whole day" It must have weighed 20lbs and he carried it around all day. He even got searched going into a pub, ha ha! Next day he did a red poo.
















Home sweet home!

Bring the wench to the altar priest!

Luke came for a visit! I even made him skate. Annoyingly he was still better than me. Not hard though.



Jasper took me to see one of his arty bands. They even had a woman in the band. Whatever next?


Amusingly if you type "all the cunts" into google maps on your iPhone it comes up with St. Pauls carnival in Bristol! Ha ha! I met some good folk there the other week so it's not strictly true. The other markers are all B&Q stores. I guess someone at Google wasn't happy with their shed or something...

Dawn of possession.

Our Heroin rider Ollie Tyreman was on Hollyoaks - that's him sitting in the background talking to some bird.

And that's the dude that promotes metal gigs in London. No, wait - it's the Man-Whore from Deuce Bigalow.


Found this at Fos' - he wrote it for Nick Worthington, one of life's great numb nuts.

Daggers in the house at Stockwell.

This dude was D R U N K.



Like Mother like daughter.

All you need.

Nerdy shit time - got this sick racing game on my phone. You can race dudes online. Here's me winning the Muscle car championship. I rule!


"All thrills with dirty arse kills"


Amputated.


Avulsed. I stage dived 3 times during one song. I'm 34.


Immolation!!!!! Sick as ever.