Ershinton

Black and whites to be added...really soon. a sojourn round and ex mining town. click the images if you want them bigger..

Mallard Bags N Tat (Commercial)

A couple of my friends, esteemed architect Dan Lee & ilustrator  (and noisemaker with new, prone-and-cumming band Housewives) Joe Rafferty, based above Ridley road market in Dalston, are making these rather fine waxed canvas bags.
If you want one, let me know. Being grafting, genuine, earthen salt geezers as they are, they don't have an outlet set up yet, but I can pass on a number to any interested parties. A nice change from the usual misery I post ey? Normal service will however, shortly be resumed.

A fine institution

With nothing to do in a mad house, kleptomanic urges take hold. Im sure these were bin bound anyway. All by Elsie, willfully wheelchair bound and convinced 'the Germans' were after her. She had a sort of broken nose - that was from the Germans pushing her over. That Happy Easter (Frogs <3) card is topical now, but was made and displayed in early January. Remember. This is all fiction. Rest peacefully..

You've made your Bed; Now Eat it (pt 2)

More rhubarb and custard than Porridge (and then, more Spitting Image than Going Straight) All your Scared Cows will, get sent to the slaughter after all you'll be wearing them on your feet and stuffing them in for fuel in no time at all when they barely contain any horse sure did, back the wrong horse this time. Oh, and if you've seen me, you might recall my pondering ; where have all the leighannes gone? like perkins and jenkins but surely THEY can't be out the gene pool yet? they were only around five minutes ago. The answer came today: There. they're all cooped up with the psoraisus.

The Lost Tapes

Get Exited. Just Get exited and that's all. doubtless, before you see THE LOST TAPES, lost by scruffy Silcox in his room full of old copies of the sun and 450 shirts and broken table lighters and stones, you will have to endure my mourfull illustrated account of my recent subsequation, as it were, to the nuthouse for a wee psychosis and nice long withdrawal. BUT a light at the end of that little tunnel!
Light entertainment!

Light ov life!
(This is also a callout, should anyone be listening - have you taken lots of ecstasy,/ have extnsive knowledge of the uk unerground dance scene post 1988 AND are god at puns? We want to hear from you.)

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I've been in hospital

not for any other reason really other than being a moron. so, as usual, everything youre seeing up here is in higgldypiglydy backlog mode, I certainly have some more interesting things to show you, but, alacalay, my computer, my MAC computer is fucked, so I'm simply going to share with you some poems, nouveau. I shouldn't have drank so much. I only had two five pound notes. they were buying me drinks. I shouldn't have drank so much. AND; As thundering back to London from Newcastle, I incline my devastating eyes, with a kitchen-sink tragedy to my left, window aflame the horizontal burgundy and mustard attack of a coal train. Going the other way. and sigh. from the first class carriage. . so thats them. thats two poems. its very diffcult to punctuate clearly on my IPHONE THREE ACTUALLY . yours, sincerely, Adrainonsociety Molike.

Dismember 1st / Clean 'Thirteen

                            Can't remember anything starting from Dec31st'11. No Rpts pls.
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