Ness A Guin

You just dont get pints of guiness with a shamrock on the head enough!

They Live!

I whither under their demonic fury.

He rides a pale horse

The end is nigh! The horsemen of the apocalypse come, riding their steel steeds. Thats me on the Orange bike at the front, leading the charge against the sponny, filth encrusted denizens of Scarymill.

Chicken, but no stick?

A giant cock on bothwell st, whatever next? I think its the metro being read, no doubt it will be an active participant in the letters page! ;)

21st century travel

Holy banana, telly's on the bus, whatever next? Perhaps a playstation 3 or two for the delectation of the kappa trackied brigade!

Clever marketing!

Looks like some wag has come up with the perfect draw for the ladies of bothwell st at lunchtime. How can they resist!!!

Gettin tuff on the fluff

A week of the flu and no shaving (well a tad). Good lord, i could be a musketeer or an english lord. Hmm, someone fetch me my cane!

Oh the humanity

We tried our best, there were others who claimed we did more than that. That we were like gods striding the earth making the ne'er do wells tremble and shake like poorly turned out brúlee. We still couldnt save this one from the invisible demon bats though. She thrashed about as they landed in her hair trying to shake them off, but they were like flies roon a jammy piece.

A Woot'ifull sight

The ambience of the pot took on a more sombre air. People became frightened, looking about. Trying to trace the source of the ever more palpable menace. Suddenly Big Al leapt onto a chair, 'they're coming' he cried. 'Ware the invisible demon bats!' with that he pointed to the oncoming tide of invisible demon bats. 'RUN!!!'

Squids and Limpets

The night got busier and busier. We got squished more and more until not even was there room for smiles but our eyebrows were being jammed together, help!

Tyranny of the small mouths

Melting pot is so busy on its birthday party that there isnt even any room for smiles!

Lions of the Serengeti

I woke, my mouth was parched and my head was pounding mercilessly under the remorseless sun. Wearily i dragged myself upright and started to walk in the search for water. Hours passed before i came upon an oasis. There were two great cats there. I would have to wait till they supped their fill before I could venture down.

The Spills

It was a night of byblos-ical proportions! First watchin Rambo kill 400 burmans with a big gun. Honest the last 20 minutes of the film is just the thudding of the gun and bodies exploding. Utter quality. Then we encountered byblos, the spilliest club in the land!