Sunday, 12 July 2009


Competitions are usually all about winning and losing. But in Shithead there are no winners. There is the shithead and those lucky (or skilled) enough not to be.

After necking a few lovely pints at the boozer, we purchased a big bottle of gin (‘just in case’) and got the cards out. Good job the booze was bought as we needed it when it reached 4am, the thirst was still on and the scent of losing was thick in the air.

Quiet contemplation

Victory never tasted so sweet

Sultry way with the cards

The smell of Shit(head) is in the area

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