1966 and all that

Now obviously I couldn't give a fuck about football or the World Cup or England winning it (not from a tedious anti-Nationalist stance or anything, just that I'm not interested) however I would like this video from last time round to get an airing. Unfortunately it appears you have to pay for the whole video. I won't be doing that so here's the trailer.



I will also stop posting youtube videos on here. It's getting boring.

Kisses

What Samuel Johnson said

I suppose I may as well continue writing this blog, even though strictly it was only meant as a means of staying in contact with all of you while far far away without having to write emails to everybody with the same information. I am far too lazy to change stuff and personalise things every time and it would have been a lot of cutting and pasting and somebody would have eventually noticed. I shall be doing this because a) I'm not sure how to remove it from the bookmarks bar of my laptop so I might as well and b) which is much more important, I have nothing better to do with my time. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. No job, no money and no hobbies to speak of bar drawing fiddly little pictures but all my art stuff was either left behind in NY in the hope of a quick return or packed up in one of those massive see-through plastic boxes in my parent's attic. I shall petition for it to be brought down asap, along with my scanner and might even manage to sort out some kind of website other than this one which as you can see is awfully amateur and hasn't been updated in about a year.

Freeze this video about 8 seconds in and those of who who remember the Very Exciting Thing that happened in Hackney Wick last year and/or frequented our endz will know that that is the outside of Unit B1. That time that they crashed a spaceship into the drainpipe and our house became a drinking den for reckless mercenaries from outer space. Or something.



It would also be remiss of me in the circumstances not to add this.



Embedding on the real one has been disabled but this is much better.

Kisses

Just for Cara B

As the only person who cares that I am back in LDN and one of the few people who ever read this and still checks it I feel like you deserve a little cheeky thing. Because you are a little cheeky thing. x

London Calling

Or not. Roll on delays and tearful interviews with the press.

See you in a week or so, unless I go feral at JFK....

Kisses

Ruby Tuesday

So I imagine that you are all busy making banners and clearing your diaries in preparation for the 6:40am arrival into Heathrow on the 18th of May. Let's get the Prosecco on ice, put on our Classics and have a little dance shall we.



See you very soon.

Kisses

Our daughter's daughter's daughters will sing in grateful chorus

I really hope you all go and vote today. I didn't get myself sorted with a postal vote. I am a pillock. Don't be a pillock.

Kisses

PS. My laptop seems to be holding on for now so expect more updates soon enough.

This may be the last update for a while...

My beloved laptop is on its way out. The fan is making noises like a jet engine and it keeps freezing and cutting out.

'This drive has a fatal hardware error to disk utility.' Somewhere else the status is displayed as FAILING. As if I needed it spelled out to me it's written in red.

My mac genii (almost exclusively Luke) have explained how to fix it but it is feasible this won't happen for a while and/or I may cock it up.

I think we all know that it is unlikely I will ever have the money to buy another one, especially now I don't know anybody who works there anymore.

Now I know I have a heart, because it's breaking.

Kisses