Groovy man!

Yeah, like chill-ax dudes. At least thats what the hip cat on the sign in my works foyer seems to be implying!

And the second rule about Fight Club...

Yeah, you get the picture. These are just a couple of "awesome" off camera scenes from the exciting Fight Club 60 seconds remix. I can still taste the ketchup.

The first rule of Fight Club.....

You do not talk about fight club.

Completion!!

Despite the heaving squalls and pouring rain as the skies cracked and vented down upon us, we finished!


The good citizens of the dear green place danced among us with abandon and celebrated with wigs and outlandish clothing in the manner of a street carnival!

The psychotic groupies

It seemed that our fame had begun to spread and the seeping crazies of the night began to join us in our subcrawl dominion. This chap was several guns short of an atrocity but we becalmed his broiling rage with shocks of the after variety


"Old Yeller" was not so easily appeased with our gifts and we had to sacrifice one of our own lest he smote us with his fearsome beard.

Anaconda of the sassy kind

Good heavens, my tongue has found its soulmate!


My imagination is petering out as I try to describe getting yet another picture behind a bar! Things were starting to look a little blurry and not just thru the accusing lens of the cameera.

Precious Partick

My mood was momentarily sombre as we padded through Partick, knowing it full well for its lawless denizens. However we made the pub without incident and it seemed like Zeus himself was lending his aid to our campaign to be photographed behind all of our sub crawling bars!

A few pointers

Hurrah! The accursed river has been traversed and all that is left is for us to hitch up our breeches for some north side carousing!

The Sub Crawl Machine was Remorseless

I must confess, like most of us, to be a little startled at Mr Stephen's ad hoc inspection of the barmaids "inny" bits. However they seemed to pass muster alright and we ploughed on!

Disintegration

As we oozed deeper and deeper into the south side things started to become a little ragged and legs became more and more akimbo


For some, the trains delay of approximately five minutes gave them a chance to have a little disco nap with their favourite teddy bear.


For the beleagured staff of the underground, who by now were surely tiring of announcing on the tannoy that we were not allowed to use flash photography at any times. We decided to put on a small floor show

Nature Watch

The chimpanzees exhibited some alarming behaviour when faced with the wrought iron gates of "The Nock"

The Kensington bar offered some opportunities for the most joyous of dancing (here)

Grapes, I couldnt see any?

It was ridiculous, the pub we had most feared going into due to its insane reputation even among us southsiders turns out to be one of the friendliest pubs I have ever been in! It could be the T-Shirts, they were like a magic charm to bar staff! When the barmaid saw me perusing the Rangers wall of fame she insisted of taking a photo of me in front of it. I could but agree, if only to make my brother seethe with jealousy!

They even invited us behind the bar to get a big group photo! Bless em!

Always time for play

I thought that by having a shot on the kiddies playpark we would be able to work off some of the sauce. It seemed to do the trick!

A few crowd scenes

The bright sun is bringing out our playful sides.



As Plato said, most likely with an eye for our crawl so far off in the distant future as we reached the Honours Three at Shields Road, "Death is not the worst that can happen to men"



And then, more of our brightly plumed compadres!!

The Scenic West Street

Mr Stephen poses by one of Banksy's overlooked works.

Off to a pleasant start

Ah the japes! Awfy friendly the staff in The Laurieston, we get our picture taken for their "Sub Crawl Wall of Fame"!

The T-Shirt map tomfoolery

The plan was to get a smiley face sticker for each stop completed, I am getting to be an old hand at this bejinker stuff now!

The Sub Crawl!!!!

The day of the crawl has arrived! We are bedecked in our white sub crawl livery so all shall know who we are. I feel a little foolish as contrary to my hopeful plans I went out and got a bit honkin the night before. Just like the last time. My one hope is that which doesnt kill me shall make me stronger. The beer that is and not a machette or anything.

Very buff.

This isnt normally how i dress in work. Honest.

Talk to the Hand

Dont worry, I will be back on the bev and posting the stupidest of photos again at the weekend ;o)

Monday Nights eh

Been a while since some photoshoppery, well proper stuff anyway. TEN different blending modes, jings its enough to make your head explode, well my computer felt like it when it had to deal with a 247 meg multi layered picture. Ah lovin the inner geek!

I shall need all my strength

Unlike my last two motley efforts, in which we have struggled to get the complement of folk going to be more then five or six. This time it is a veritable army. No fools dressed in motley like those above. No this time the army of belligerent buffoons will number in their scores! Well one score at least and we shall be garbed in fine Sub Crawl t-shirts so that even the shrewdest of eye will have trouble telling us apart!

Oh no, its happening again

See how the little underground imp prods me with its fork. Once more I am being dragged into the dark fiery depths of the underground for my third Sub Crawl this saturday (previous one) This time I shall not go so crazy the night before and start it a little more heartily than I did the last one :o)

A Fresh Start to 2008!!

Weeee!! The first blog of 2008. Havent blogged anything since christmas as I have been drunk or hungover the whole time. I thought that today was the day to make a truly princely loaf. Oh yes!