The jiggin mexicans

There i am just minding my own business in Tusk then kazzam! I am jostled by a couple of bandoleros. Darn mesquite munchers ;o)

Tasty thai

Cos this was lovely. Despite the fact i popped a whole chilli in my mouth and spent ten minutes crying and snottering before i could continue

Poop Art

Right down to the original colours. Stick that to your 'Factory', heh heh.

Insectoid

I was given some specs to look over today in work.

First a Dragon Now a Blood Hawk!

What the feck?! There i am walking down the stairs of my close. I approach the main door with a spring in my step and a gladness in my heart at facing another working day of this fine Scottish summer. AAAARRGH yet another hellspawn!! Has it too been sent to judge me? I survived the horror of the hell-bus (here) only to be faced with a fist sized hatred filled homunculus lurking in wait on the very door I have to use to exit the building. There was a tangible sense of menace in the air. I could feel the life force in my body being crushed under that leaden gaze as the hawk sized leathery winged beast pondered on my fate. With an almost audible snap, its attentions ceased. I was free to go... .. But for how long?

Boring note: found out what it was, (here) I still believe that it is satans minion tho.

Fill in the blanks

Jennifer looked on anxiously as Tony _____ ______

Fire, fire!!!

15 minute skive as the fire alarm goes off. Even though it was fair chilly standing about with no jacket, inwardly i was saluting the fire alarm gods.

Pig-age

Try as I might, it was becoming harder and harder to separate fantasy from reality.

Stats? What stats?

Changed my Blog template a few months ago and forgot to move my statcounter code over, boo hiss. However it is now back at the bottom of the page. You can click the view stats link to see all manner of tosh such as where visitors came from and the like. Such as our texan friend who dropped by on the 3rd of May. Or Jivetoaster, oh yes, I see you.

Lick it.

Hmm rubbish!

The table clearing service in Arta is pants!

Merchant Square

Cor, it aint half jazzy in Merchant Square these days. Shame its full of potato-heads in ben sherman and orange ladies!

Aaarrrrr me hearties!

Thar was rumblings of mutiny this very day. Aaarrrr. But they all fear this one eyed monster aaarrrr.

Horror Stricken Hell Bus

There I was sitting on the bus. Unwittingly aware of just how petrifyingthe journey was about to become. I noticed the girl in front of me flinch then lean heavily to the side away from the window. Whats this thought I, what could have repelled her so much, could she have caught a glimpse of my reflection in the window? Nay, nay and thrice nay! It was a tropical beast, marching along the pane. Its destination, one only, me. I sat transfixed with terror as it tootled up to my very sleeve then turned its gimlet eyes upon me. How long I sat transfixed by its stark gaze I will never know. My bowels had turned to water but I was frozen in place. Aghast at this monsters cruel visage. Then it turned and walked on. It had judged and found me wanting. Perhaps another day this fiends path and mine might cross. For now though, I am safe.

Jingle Bells

The Glasgow cuckoo! Caught on film for the first time. Like a shy woodland creature he ventures from his burrow sniffing the air for predators. I take the picture clandestinely, lest he turns and charges at me with his fearsome jingly bell hat.

Go on, LICK IT!!!

Its the mama and the papa disgracing themselves in front of their second born.

SNP Injection

Thats right Miss Sturgeon i am watching you. Like a bat in the night, my sonar is bouncing off your shiny suit.

Thievery!!!

Whats this!! Just as we near the bank we encounter this random scally who attempts to steal our doubloons and groats. 'Begone with you turgid scally' I cry, 'lest i show you the business end of my blunderbuss!

Access all Areas

More free hat antics. I know its cruel to bedeck a freshly shorn sheep in various items of Corona garb. I can assure everyone though that the sheep was returned safely to her paddock at the end of the night.

The bell strikes corona

What a nick, clutching my corona goods tightly, wandering through the night. Is this what i have been reduced to? Still at least I am safe from the blackguards and vagabonds dressed in such garb. They will welcome me as one of their own.

The signs are dark

Its the ICT social commitee dinner/drinks thing tonight. Didnt realise it was in gotham city?