I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me

The Biggest Loser trainers and I.
I've got a bit of hat hair going on. Time for a hair-cut.

8:39 to Liverpool Street

Harry RedKnapp

Burns Night in the Walthamstow

Burns night in the Walthamstow Social Club. Haggis, Poetry, Bagpipes and the local Mayor.
This all helped to raise a bit of money for  scotscare.com and the local soup kitchen 
Top evening.

This marshland is you land.

Walthamstow Marshes.  breath in the air.

Today, Cod is special.

Wood Street: Apocalyptic Paris.

I had to pick up another sleep testing machine from Whipps hospital. I cut through Wood Street on the way back home. I like Wood Street, its' similar to one of those towns on Route 66, the towns that stood still when everybody took to the freeways. Tesco's haven't got to it yet, although I have heard that Morrison's might open a shop. Apart from Elvis impersonators,  there's also an indoor market where one can purchase football and WW2 memorabilia.

Not too sure if the Barbara Striesand shrine is for sale, but there's now free spaces for local artists. Wow, It could soon become like an apocalyptic Paris.

Try Walking Across

The hay-day of photography.

Friday the 13th. Unlucky for some.

Barbara gets a make over.

I saw Break Dance 2 and Dune at this cinema. Get involved and show your support. 


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I've started Ukulele lessons.

So far I've learnt to play the chords C, F and G.  I'm also left-handed, so I've had to re-string the thing and learn chords back to front and upside down.  Living in a right-handed world can be quite a pain in the arse sometimes.