From the pavement to the kerb

Last week was a funny seven day session - it began, as they so often do, with a hangover. It had the crushing low of not being able to get inside Gregg's due to the continued crowds clawing at the windows. There was fish. There was drinking aplenty come Friday and Sunday. I even had the opportunity to finger £3,000. Ghetto business...



Mackerel bake - burnt



Benjamins



Kid Acne in Ninja Tunes new book - check it over here



Skint man's dinner



Posh man's lunch



Buildings and ting

Drums of Death gets it in the fridge

As the autumnal months have started to kick in, the digital quill has been given a sharpening.
I've been getting down to it for Fact and churning out some review business.

If anyone gives a shit, you can check the following by clicking on them links... Yes yes

Drums of Death - Generation Hexed

Holy Ghost! - Static on the Wire

Shortstuff - Summer of Shortstuff

Movements

In between bouts of drinking, nappy changing and oyster eating there was a house move going on over last weekend. Another compadre has left the bright lights of the smoke and headed to foreign climes. This time it's Berlin. It's a hard life int it?

To ease my guilt at repeatedly acting like the class clown I helped lug a few boxes down some stairs for the little tinker. I'm pleased I did. Otherwise the wonders of the Aladdin Sane-era Bowie image below would probably have forever remained a mystery. I think it may well be the most horrific thing I've ever seen.

Aggressive meat eating packs a punch

Turns out the quarter pounder cheese burgers from Macdonald's are pretty fresh. Especially when you eat them on the tube after nearly taking out an old lady with your bag due to being half-cut. If I could do a Cher and turn back time, I'd apologise to her. Not Cher. This woman. But I'd probably also go back a little further and have another burger. Caveman behaviours going on...