Mummy, can i have a pony?

Resembling some tightly stretched baw skin Mr C shows his new face to the world!

The cutting floor

Despite his pleas for mercy and the bad jokes tumbling from my mouth like little russian acrobats, the cutting continued. A hush had descended upon the crowd, they had expected a show but not this charnel house of pain!

Dred or Dead

Before the beasting takes place craig looks at me with pleading in his eyes like a baby seal. Little did this baby seal know that this Dawg still liked the clubbin!

Hat of the Gods

Its feckin freezin. Whilst hat shopping for the unfortunate soon to be dredless Mr C i spotted this cheeky chap, Yay! No more cold head for I and besides, I have always admired Elmer Fudd!!

Jealous, moi?

When yer pal is in new york you cant help feel a tad jealous when u get sent a picture like this! Boo hiss!!!

All dredded up and they are going to go!

Mr C is going for the big one and its all for the kids, ooer!! Yes on Friday Mr C is having them foosty bandangos on his head all shaved off for Children in Need. Cor blimey and rubaduck and no mistake what might lie in wait under there? I shall be the man doing the shaving and if you blunder across this page whether by accident or design please donate a wee bitty to the poor weans (here). I dare say he is dredding it but all the money helps. I promise I shant do a dredful job :o) See this page for "action" packed photos of the event on Friday!

Beware the Ninja!

In reply to the chap who wondered where all the scottish big issue sellers had gone. Killed obviously.

And the night went on.... and on.... and on

In what can only be described as a feat worthy of Hercules himself; the T man and I went to the pub. Then the Motorhead/Alice Cooper gig. Then the Buff club, finally rounding off our "journey" at the casino where we continued to drink til morning like the addled orangutangs we had become. Did you know that you arent allowed to take pictures of croupiers dealing? Pah I sneer at your human "laws".

Blurry, but so was the night..

If you peer closely and use your imagination you can almost see Lemmy from Motorhead belting out the Ace of Spades. Thankfully the gig was very busy as I was almost falling down drunk and the press of people kept me upright.

The Bow Tie Tying Contest

Thus the time came for the annual bow tie tying event. Competition was fierce indeed, especially from the man known only as "squint" who demonstrated his remarkable "crushed silk baw" technique. However I am sure you would agree there could only be one winner.

BEHOLD!!!

Phoned yesterday for am upgrade and it came today! 5 megapixel joy, could i BE any happier!!! Note - picture taken by shitey old phone :)

Biggles?

Haloween. The streets were awash with 'zany' students bedecked in colorful nylon. Myself and my twin took a moment from the far too many pints on a weeknight to ponder.

Amazing how bored you can get

Bored, peed off but fortunately my bro comes along and cheers me up with his fluffy face and ridiculous pink shirt.

Deck the Halls

Some people say that hospitals are depressing places. No idea where they would get that idea from! I must commend the vicky on placing there x-ray dept 63 miles and 4 floors from the entrance. Handy when u can only walk as fast as yoda

Harumph

By golly! I never thought to see the like in the 21st century. I do believe its a feller smoking a large pipe! I barely escaped with my life after this shot as the chap espied me snapping and with a great harumphing set the dogs on me!

The Stonehaven Massive

In my by now blisteringly steaming state i was barely fit to take a pic. Fortunately those friendly little northern gnomes were on hand to snap for me. Here i am trying to catch some flies with Mrs E!

A troubling spell

Aberdonians cant spell!

The cabbage patch

Honkin! Its only the start of the night too. I reckon there be stormy seas ahead.

Avast Aberdeen!

The adventure begins in Aberdeen. Its Mr Emslie's 30th and myself and Electric Bill have travelled on the finest of megachariots to the city of the tall foreheaded folk. Sadly due to some schoolboy japery involving the back seat, beer and Jim Beam we didnt so much alight from our chariot as fall out of it. An auspicious start indeed!

A life on the road

Was getting bored and took the wheels out for a little spin. Ah its a good life, the wind in your hat and the sun at your back letting the throttle out on the mean machine!