Eddie Skidmore's Stag do.

I spent the weekend in Devon, a place called Brampton just outside Tiverton to be exact.
We did some quad biking, I thought of Ozzy every time I got too flash on the quad. We erm, spent a lot of time in the White Horse pub, in the town of Brampton. Hey, it was 50p a game of pool and they had one of those juke boxes that are connected to the internet.
We had hired a huge house in the middle of nowhere, you couldn't walk to the pub - that's just how in the middle of nowhere we were. Anyway, on the Sunday night, there was only 4 of us left. Wondering around in this big old house. By the the time I went to bed I was convinced that I was going to be visited by a ghost. I told the others this in the morning, and they had all thought something similar. We put it down to being in the middle of nowhere, and pretty much being able to hear the silence.
Spooky...

Southwark bridge and I

I went to the gym after work yesterday. I then did my usual walk home, over the Southwark (wobbly) bridge.
It was about quarter to eight, the sky line was looking good and being after the rush hour, there wasn’t too many people around. So I had a nice and peaceful tranquil stroll over the Southwark bridge. Probably still buzzing from the natural gym high too.
Not a care in the world. It was a beautiful moment, It doesn’t get much better than this, I thought.

No doubt tomorrow I’ll get diagnosed with skull cancer or something...

St George's day, revistited

I went to the chippy on the way home, does that count as English food? I then met James, aka super-hands and Johnny logic in the Thai-food pub. The Man-U game seemed to take precedence over ol' Georgie boy.
Post pub, my flat mate, El-Gavino had invited a few friends back. If you get invited back to our house then you have to wear a hat, sun glasses are optional. They where playing Poker, but El-Gavino's hand would have been more suited to crib.

St George's day, well sort of

Photos from George's birthday, This happened on Saturday, location, the Cat and Muffin, followed by the Dolphin in Hackney. There was other people there, but I just like taking pictures of nothing in particular.

Jesus moves

Seany-darko

I visited the folks on Sunday. I didn't stay to long due to train delays. So yep, I spent most of my time sitting on trains. My Ipod died on the way home too.
I bought my nephew, aka Seany-darko some Hot Wheels cars to add to his collection. This collection is mainly encouraged by me I should hasten to add. Anyway, here is a picture of Seany-darko with his new cars, he is also wearing my hat or "it's a cap, not a hat" as he pointed out. I'm pretty sure that when I was three and a half I was picking my nose and playing in mud.

Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing

The trees in my front garden were beginning to take over, and a tree surgeon was needed. luckily Dan Morris did the surging and is also now a proud father of a baby boy, who I have nicknamed Chuck Morris.
As you can see the mighty Putland slept right through it all. The car is Gavin-o's, pretty cool don't you think? For insurance purposes I have taken a then and now shot.

(For continuity purposes, the trees were cut down a couple of weeks ago – but the foliage was cleared only the other day.)

I Courtney Love

She came in through the bathroom window

She could steal but she could not rob.

The Queen is dead, boys. And it's so lonely on a limb.