I Would Put Roses Round the Door...Sit in the Garden...

FREE SPEECH! (one each) - Roy Harper said that.

the good people of Nottingham were really going for it that day.

animal cruelty 1.

I know nothing...

and know that I know nothing.

Q. how many fun boys does it take to take a crappy photograph?

A. all of them.

 

 

Romello's skateboarding is at the very least 95% showing-off...still, frontside that high up the wall is hard-body.

leaders of men.

Bristol's newest B.N.P. candidate.

full-scale male models.

Big Jerry Price rawkin' & a-rollin'

Bobs out for the count.

animal cruelty 2.

Lady Price took us to the creepiest place in all of Bristoldom, just for kicks, like.

goodtime dudes

she was playing Master of the Universe by Hawkwind. I shit thee not.

they were singing Master of the Universe by Hawkwind. I shit thee not. (I shit thee lots as it goes, they were actually singing Robbie Williams, but I prefer my version of events)

wrong'uns

marginally less wronger'uns

now in glorious Technicolor

animal cruelty 3.

Tommy Ballast dropped a sprog. L'Chaim.

twatted. so it goes.

Bigger than Jesus & the Easter Bunny

done this poster for the skate jam happening down at Mapes on Easter Sunday, that the handsome & beautiful folks at 42 Skate Shop are organizing...beats going to church, or hunting eggs, though there's plenty of dog-eggs to be had if that's your thing?...if you ride a skateboard, and even if you don't...show some class like kidda on't poster and be there.

It's Alright, I'm in the Graveyard Now

I picked up this old snap in a record/junk store here in Nottingham the other day, in order to make me mam a mother's day card (she's got a thing about prams) and fount this charming bit of old-school racism scrawled on the rear. So it goes.

Loaded Forever and Righteously Stoned - or - Straw Dogs & Grass Cats

kitten appraisals of mechanical guesswork

there's a few things wrong with this picture...

so, you known that point of the evening where things are merrily floating along and folks are mellow and the vibes are good and it seems like a good idea to get nice and stoned, and then no one's got any weed, or any baccy, so you rummage about and end up splitting a peppermint teabag open into a rogue rizzla, mixing it with some dried magick mushrooms for good measure and then to everyone's surprise finding it smokes pretty well...?

and then the x-raaaaaaaay vision thing happens...

one...two...three...PULL!

PULL!

PULL!

PULL!

pulled.

Nelly exhibiting some class, not to mention classic form.

river h/d-og

woodchucks

Ali, for the urban gentleman...

good thing Si had his bib on

'no, seriously mate...you're a twat'

5am logic bonanzas with Andy are always worth staying up for

as is anything regarding Brother Milo Brennan

first-rate piss artistry