Now, I’m sure we’re all grown ups and among friends.  Therefore it gives me no shame to admit that on more than three occasions in the past I have partaken of a hot pasty, and I make no excuses, but also cold ones and the odd Cheese & Bacon wrap. I’m not by any measure proud of this previous period of my life, however shameful it may be. I would like to stress that at no point did I inhale, and immediately absolved any wrongdoing and calorific excess by strenuously playing badminton very badly whilst doing ‘The Hokey-Cokey’ I would now like to draw a veil over this unfortunate episode to spend my time trying to make my best pals even richer…

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Cheer up Nick!

There’s a trainer in my washing up! What can it mean?!!! I’m stocking up on tinned beans. The End Of Days is here…………………..

I always get a bit sad and melancholy when walking home in the rain and seeing a toddler’s handmade playgroup card or picture in the gutter, bleeding its joyous primary colours into the dampness.  Why was it discarded?  Was it accidentally lost when a busy parent was rushing to get home, or was the child so unnattached to it that they just dropped it on purpose?  Will there be briefly inconsolable tears of disappointment on realising the precious artwork is lost forever, to remain as a mere memory?  Or is it just a sad indictment of a selfish and increasingly crapulent society that places no store in simple innocent beauty?  Or am I forced to accept with growing certainty, that I am a soppy old fool filled with mawkishly sentimental nostalgia for a time that never truly existed.  Oh yes. That’s it. The last one!

Realised how shamefully long it was since I posted anything on here, so a little pic I found and coloured for exercise!!

At the arbitrary time interval that passed from 23:59:59 on 31/12/10 into the just as irrelevant 00:00:00 on 01/01/11 in the tick-tock of a clock, I was supposed to fashion a raft of lifestyle changes to improve what? I am at a loss to come up with an adequate explanation for this strange custom….

Nevertheless, a small list of intentions for the next 12months or so wouldn’t go amiss..

1: More drawing-less procrastination. (No explanation, those of you who know, will know!) ;-)

2: Look after oneself. Can’t work if you feel like 7 shades of unmentionable.

3: Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re by no means perfect, but you can be as nauseatingly American self-help booky as you need!!

4: As against the grain as it appears. Try to lay off the sauce….

5: Carry on singing, laughing, and finding joy in the tiniest of things.

6: Always be you, and never what anyone else wants to force you to be….

7: Stop being a miserable, soppy old bastard!!!

8: Sort out the web presence!!

Here endeth the lesson.

Nappy, you hear?!!!!!

Roger.x 

I’ve been watching Max Factor, but frankly he’s not ‘that’ interesting, and the voting options seem rather limited…

Morrissey’s Magnificent Millinery!

#4- Headband Knows I’m Miserable Now.

original photo by: Jake Walters