Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Thursday, May 21, 2009


An extremely unusual occurance for me, I went out drinking last night. Drank lots of pints of lager with fellow television Ex-Pat Dave P. Got pasted to the point of mild hysteria. Talked an awful lot of shit, as one might expect. But around the 23.30 mark the landlord closed all the curtains and put an ashtray on our table. I honestly can't remember being so happy. We chain-smoked our tits off.
Fucking Hell, my first Smoke-In.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Susan Storm

Talking of Susan Storm (well, I was anyway) - here she is with a big, fuck-off shotgun and a rather fetching polar-neck.

Saturday, May 16, 2009


God bless the new charity shop in Barnstaple for actually having some books in it. Boxes and boxes of's Fucking Heaven. Not a Catherine Cookson in sight. I'm going straight back there as soon as I return from London (where I'm suffering...really...but I won't go into it) as apparently they've got a whole houseful of paperbacks to clear. And there selling them at proper charity shop prices. Fuck Oxfam and their £2.49ness.

Russian Submarine

Some fabulous pictures of the Russkie sub in San Diego from Mark Webb.