I am in the middle of writing several blog posts about my recent adventures, but they aren’t finished yet. Until then, have some filler ( Read more... )

Last weekend I travelled over to Cambridge to help my friend inverselina move from a small room in a shared house populated by nutters to her own full sized house on the other side of the city. In itself this is not remarkable, I am a nice guy who likes to help out, especially if there is beer, food and pleasant company involved ( Read more... )

So yeah, 4 days off to celebrate the amazing feat of our glorious monarch Not Dying.

Really, is that an achievement?

Climbing a mountain is an achievement. Doing a degree is an achievement. Not Dying isn’t; most of us do it every day.

To aptly capture my attitude to the celebration of 60 years of Not Dying, The Boy took this photo of me (a ( Read more... )

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I was digging through some old photos buried in the depths of my hard drive and found these.

They seem oddly relevant considering I’m frantically making and framing artwork for Confuzzled, which is now terrifyingly close.


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So, I was digging through some old photos and I came across a cache of images from a Morris Dancing Festival I went to a couple of years ago. Morris dancing is an odd practice, and I have to say that I love it, mostly for it’s sheer quirkiness and the amount of regional variety in terms of costume, dance and local tradition. How can you not love ( Read more... )

So, it was Mothering Sunday last weekend.

In itself this is unremarkable, I went home, nice pub lunches and curries were consumed, I did a load of work in the garden, I dismantled a toilet cistern and everyone had a good time. Great.

What makes this weekend a little more unusual was a trip to the cinema. If you’re interested, we went to see The ( Read more... )

The soundtrack to our time in the Black Rock Desert can be summed up in three short words, these are ‘wub wub wub’. Indeed, by the end of the week one could be forgiven for thinking that the natural sound the earth makes is a constant, throbbing, distorted bass noise. However, those not floating on a chemically induced pink cloud would recognise ( Read more... )

Whats this? A post for something that happened 7 months ago? Yup ( Read more... )

The Bizarre Ball has become something of an institution for me and My Crew. It is a great excuse to get creative with a glue gun and make something fabulous. That something doesn’t have to last long, it just has to look good for a few hours before disintegrating and being reworked and recycled ( Read more... )