last night i dreamt a dinner party in the country, where i found myself with a gypsy woman. she had a peculiar mechanism in her hands - it could be compared to a tin can cut in once down the length, rough edges pushed together - she held a little bow like a teaspoon meeting the knife ( Read more... )

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today i spent lunch having a conversation with grace, on the subject of: 'which celebrity chef are we most like?'

grace was delia smith.

john was floyd.

jay was ainsley harriot.

i was anthony warrel thompson.

bye!

dr. jerk-off and mr. hands!

Is there anything more perfect than my Star Wars t-shirt, that has not one, but six different pictures of Yoda on it, each with a bright green neon-paint lightsaber?

After retracting myself from social interaction, I have found a deep, underlying love for The X-Files.

Do you reckon the internet is going to be around in 1000 years time?

In 1000 years time I think the apocalypse will have arrived already.
That's just my opinion.

THE YEAR OF SPAGHETTI ( Read more... )