Buy our Bus

It is with great sadness that we have to sell our beloved Pete the Bus :-( We bought Pete a few years ago: She's a 1973 VW Westfalia conversion with stove, cool box and sink. The Roof hinges from the front. She sleeps 2 in the rock-and-roll bed in the bottom, and 2 little-uns in the roof. She also cruises at 60 and looks cooler than 99% of other vehicles on the road! We get a lot of smiles when we're out in her!

I'm going to compile a montage of great bus moments but for the moment - for any prospective buyers - you can see more photos here.

Buy our tickets

In a moment of pure magnamimity, our great friend Guatamala Greg bought Claire and I tickets for the Isle Of Wight festival festival this year. It was a warm and welcome thing to do.

It is quite something to be on the receiving end of a generous act. By buying those tickets we are being told that we are wanted. We are special. At once you feel humbled and appreciated. We thank you Greg.

In fact this feeling is so good we feel guilty keeping it all too ourselves! As such we have decided to offer you the chance to buy these precious tickets that we got for nothing here, on ebay for a very reasonable price.

I assure you that any profit we make off of these tickets (roughly, all of it) will go towards making us feel even more special. I'm thinking food. I'm thinking wine. I'm thinking the kind of raw hedonistic pleasures one can only get from free money!

Feel wanted. Feel special. Buy our tickets.

Garden Gutting

Clearly the only thing to do when you need to gut your garden is to take advantage of your friends and get them to do all the work. We did that.

Here is a photo of some very nice people digging out a big piece of concrete while I scratch my arse and drink coffee.

You can witness the garden make-over, here.

Plants for Jamie.

Jamie: these are the plants on offer, although we have our doubts about the big shrub thing, and Claire might want the potted palm thing. Give me a ring.

Everyone else: Move along please, there's nothing to see here.

Things to do when you're ill

Been ill. Watched some trash.

Trash I have seen:

Cabin Fever. A group of people are trapped in the woods and methodically killed off by a horrifying flesh-eating virus. Right. Thankyou. I know where I stand; it's a pulpy horror film. I like pulpy horror films. It's a GOOD pulpy horror film! It's vomity gore. It's also really funny.

Therefore it can only get 2 out of a possible 2: It's the greatest film ever made

Dreamcatcher. Friends since childhood, four troubled guys reunite for a camping trip, when they encounter a stranger with knowledge of an alternate and deadly world that they will soon see.. Right. Thankyou. That sounds shit but is a pulpy horror film and I like pulpy horror films. It's a S H I T pulpy horror film. So bad. There's a brilliant bit where Damian Lewis gets taken over by an alien lifeforce and so becomes an over-the-top English baddie. Other than that this film is a complete waste of $68M, Lawrence Kasden, William Goldman and 134 minutes of my life.

Therefore it can only get 0 out of a possible 2: It's an enormous pile of shit.

Marathon Midget

He's small, but he's perfectly formed. Actually, he's just small.

This photo is the product of Lord of the Rings style camera trickery, but in reverse. To create this shot the left-most person is actually standing very close to the camera, and the right-most person is standing very far away. As such, we all look in proportion. Imagine Frodo standing next to Aragorn standing next to a cave troll and you get some insight into the true dimensions involved.

Witness the brave, the stoic, and some people running here.

Honeymoon

Had a honeymoon. Also got married. Got married before the honeymoon.

Honeymoon did not meet expectation. No honey at all. Had plenty of maple syrup though. In that respect it was more a MapleSyrupMoon. Saw plenty of sun too. You know where this is going.

Anyway, please gaze at this picture of the happiest day of my life. It was a good one.

See more happy days here.

Alex and Alice get married in Czechoslovania.

Prague. 2003. You remember.

It was the best of times. I looked good, and Nora Mercedes Castro had demeaned herself in so many ways. She was classy .. for about 20 seconds. Don't get me wrong, she's a lovely girl, but she's going out with Greg!

She can do so much better!

(Note to reader: this is saying nothing about Nora, but everything about Greg.)

Alice looked lovely.

Alex looked .. nice.

You can see how nice everyone looked here.

Phils 30th

Another 30th! For fecks sake! Mine was fine, but this was just taking the piss! Still, my outfit was so choice.

Olly Bolly, Some passport shots, Morwenna and some cushions

As you may have noticed, this blog is merely a way of storing and displaying photos. You may not have noticed that they are completely out of order.

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking: "This man is the William Burroughs of the web-photo-publishing oeuf, with his slicing and re-arranging time".

Well, allow me to retort: "That's oeurve, you oaf."

You can view Olly (digga!) and the rest here.

John's 30th

John was 30. I had been there so many times before, but I didn't want to steal his thunder. As you can see, good times were had, and we had good times.

You can see those good times here.

House Warming

Our house was cold. We warmed it by rubbing our bare wit against many bottles of Kronenburg. Some say I ordered too much rice. They were sadly deceived.

You can view our house of delights here.

Als 40th

We had a nice time. I didn't get drunk at all and I certainly didn't drink any cheese-based cocktails. That would have been silly.

View photos of Als 40th here.