Showing posts with label realness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label realness. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 June 2016

See that woman over there with Putin - she's not Russian. She's just taking her time...



Well. Well. Well. Shit has been going on whether it's on the breakfast plate or in political spheres. In the latter the world's stupidest wig wearers (Johnson - Trump) are bashing it out for the accolade of 2016's biggest dick. Who will win? Only time will tell but hopefully neither. Elsewhere, we've been flogging belongings at the car boot, drinking in the Grace Jones biog, deciphering Europe, lookening sickening and keeping it FUCKING REAL BROSEPHS.

Europeeeeee

Even when you run out of bog roll, they come in handy

Shit is going on in SuperKebab
The Marquis is getting a refurb
At the car boot
Shut up and dance
Saving Grace 

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

A murder of crows


2015 is already gushing away like sick down a baby's front. Gurgles, chunks, bits of carrot in it ... you get the shizzle. But despite the ongoing march of time, we're on it like a car bonnet, eating and drinking our way around the place like the classic, thirsty viking. So far we've acquired 80 back issues of Viz, drank shots with Chicago house don Derrick Carter, been to the seaside, (attempted to) grow a beard and been for a deeply posh curry. You'd better believe we're taking this year by the throat and flushing it's head down the toilet...

Posh chip butty

Seinfeld

Winter domestic flex - weed socks, jogging bottoms, clarks slippers. Believe

Snackage innit

Training room lolz

February reading

A disgusting t-shirt

Pooch outside the offie

Bathtime!

We didn't win. Hence while we're still here... 

Taking 80 issues of Viz off another brother's hands

New work breakfast vibes - welcome the breakfast pot!

A very blurry, blood orange martini

Bring the gourmet vibe to Broadway Market. Fuck you and your organic leeks

More reading

Tom Kerridge's favourite meal - fucking nutjob fam

Beige and beige and beige