Lunchtime, lucifien came calling. She'd brought her new baby for me to coo over, it was in much better condition than the old one. I'd already chickened out of the invite to Crash on the quite reasonable grounds that it wasn't actually on, that wasn't going to stop her with the threats though, the next one involved a hen party at Deviant. Colour me too ( Read more... )

Every hour injures; the last one kills.

Deadly Nightshade launch night. Upstairs at the Pressure Point turned out not to be a bad venue. No seating at all except for a couple of ledges around the wall, kind of nice to be in a club with nothing to trip over in the dark. Well, except other people, including seeknoise, Robert, Jon, clare_lydia and Sky ( Read more... )

Lowlife was ever so excellent. Made even more so by the fact the goths outnumbered the casuals by, like, loads-to-zero. Failed to introduce mindygoth to rhandolph, said hi to teatagg, Kev, a few others and then basically danced the night away. Got home rather drunk, in time for a 3:00am post-club stretch session with the personal trainer (that is, mindygoth), then went and face- ( Read more... )

A tank, riddled with bullet holes. Found at 50 53' 50"N, 0 28' 0"W ( Read more... )

'Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe ( Read more... )

Sun going down, figure I'm going to be apologising to the ducks but nope, patience on the patio. Jenny does the honours as I flip on the spotlight, they mistake it for the sun and chow down. Quacks and squawks give way to the sinister thrumming of duck beak on paving slab, leave them to it but watch and wait for the single file waddle through the ( Read more... )

Tus and Jenny pull up, nothing on the agenda but a ride, destination unchosen. Left at the end of the drive, vague idea about heading south. Devil's Dyke, check the view, shoot the breeze. Then Brighton, pimp the bikes along the seafront before Tus leads the way to the Ace Cafe run. Park up, walk. Shit, there are some dedicated bikers out there, ( Read more... )

Slept facing east, curtains open, sunrise beats alarm clock. Head for the hills, no idea if the goose bumps are the chill air or the glory of the morning. Early energy, spin those pedals on the first clmb, barrel down the other side, look over my shoulder at the dust trail kicked out behind me, kicked in the face of the last days of summer ( Read more... )

No wind is right for a seaman who has not determined his harbour.