this tiger lives in a tree right... and he does jigsaws and that right... and ...and he likes... he likes beans and and and... then and then he he ... he .... he likes jigsaws of beans... hyeah and and ....
Friday, February 11, 2011
How did this great big bag of fun and frolics end up as this?....
It's called rejiggling
Are movies like Saw (made for self harming goths and torture tourists) really what people want? Has Ndubz really gone triple platinum?
Of course it is the same as it ever was... when 'watch the tweety bird...snap' replaced the brush of the portrait painter I'm sure there was some huffing and puffing. Same as it ever was, only i have now reached the stage of noticing this perpetual rubbish. Hopefully the hipsters and their lack of 'anything' will act as a natural pause for breath then we can all go back living in caves and start the cycle again
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
a great many fine ales supped, momentous plans heroically unattained, diabolical plots thwarted, air guitar taught, rock radio blarred, rain avoided, spare chicks entertained, before after and during parties rhubarbed and scallops destroyed.... no more shall we gaze on that fine hole in the wall refuge from the bleak reality of modern life... the shed is dead, long live the shed
... there's a new one on the way as it happens