There's nowt but spam round these parts nowadays.

Pimp my picture

I pimped someone's picture.

New Blog for all the house. Probably a bit more grown-up and less self obsessed than this one.

Other things

I like. Just in case you were wondering.

See the Strange Fascination website. I went to a great gig of theirs in Befnall Green. There are photos of me on there too in case you're only interested in me.

Reading Ashley's new(ish) blog is like eating a whole 4-portion tiramisu with cream in one sitting, which is something I've also done recently.

I've been wondering if I should go protest about nuclear weapons. And just in case you care, I was wondering before yesterday.

Someone sent me a lovely drawing of some boats today. It made my day.

The Man

is who I work for now. Well, a medical journal really (I redraw and style their pictures) but you know the drill, it's all 9-5, Mon-Fri. So I got a job and neglected my blog. What a cow. However, as an absolute shock, I like it! I get to play with Illustrator all day. I have enough energy (and eventually enough cash) to enjoy my evenings, weekends and lots of days off to the full. But I've joined the rat race. Crikey.

As you can probably tell from the image above I've decided to start using other people's pictures in this thing as well as my own. It reduces the pressure to come up with something pretty each time I want to post so I might be on a bit more often. And it means that I can post about shit other than myself (I said I can, I didn't say I would).

This, however, is by me. I'm compiling a 'wall of fear' for the house featuring everyone who visits; I shove their heads in my new scanner (thanks mum) and add them. There are only 5 now, but it will grow. And grow. You're next.

What else have I been up to? I've got short hair, I've been down Ecclesall Road, I've been round loads of galleries and pubs, I've eaten lots of curry, I've seen a few bands and a few comedians, hung out with friends, yah yah yah...

It won't always be this comfortable and fun. That would be boring.

Don't ask

Customer Service

This isn't one of those consumer nonsense blogs, this blog is about ME, ME I tells ye. Mwahahahaha. However, I must tell you about a lovely man I spoke to yesterday from Sainsburys with whom I set out to solve a mystery. Favourite moments from the conversation are

Me "I've got a can of Sainsbury's Ravioli, and in the ingredients it says it contains Persil"

Lovely man "That's very funny"

LM "Can I put you on hold for a moment. I'll try and get to the bottom of this. Someone might have done it as a joke, or it might be a misprint."
Me "Ok."
LM(after putting me on hold listening to daft recipe ideas - "why not try throwing on a handful of Sainsbury's porridge oats for a delicious cruncy topping?") "Does it say Parsley anywhere in the ingredients?"
Me "No! You've solved it!"

LM "I can assure you on behalf of Sainsburys that there is no Persil in our Ravioli"

Lovely man is going to keep me updated with the progress of this investigation. This followed yet another terrible telephone conversation to Wanadoo, who we are dumping as our internet service providers as of today. Because I'm writing this from a net cafe, and because I've been coming here for a month. Shitehawks.

Alphabetti blogetti

Thinking of doing a new blog with the above title, but so far I've only done 'F'.