I do appreciate inventive begging, though.

Signs like “I’m crowdfunding my addiction” and
“I don’t get paid to sit here all day looking **** miserable…”.

Seems that only happens in London though.

I don’t give money to beggars. I do help out several different people on the streets every week, from a cup of coffee to a jacket or some gloves or a meal deal.

That’s not from a prejudiced position believing any donated cash will be spent on drink and drugs, rather I have no inclination to give money to those who ask. Often, begging is carried out by aggressive , intimidating people leaving the quiet, reclusive folk wanting.

I can’t spare my change. But I can spare my time.

This, obviously. Promised Future Aeons. The time signatures are confusing as hell.

Perhaps the greatest uptake is among people who pay Littlewoods £4 a week for their tele, topup their amenities on a little plastic stick and would never have £100, let alone £800 disposable for a model.

That, or just crazy people.

I played this once for Mrs.C. There wasn’t another opportunity for a while. Brilliant parody song by Andy Samberg of Brooklyn Nine Nine etc.

Mrs.C just said “it’s too loudy” when I turned the Brooklyn Nine Nine volume.

Game over.

January, February, March 2014.

A better year this time, I hope.

Pedantry.

Upstream Colour

Post Tenebras Lux

Melancholia. The only bit that “shocked” surprised me a bit was the “hole on the golf course” bit…

Tucker & Dale vs Evil

Those films. If you like long winded, non-linear, abstract stuff with subtitles. Or, Tucker & Dale if you don’t.

Those Fox Attack t-shirts from 2012. Bought four from Alpine bikes and they’re all still perfect. Apart from the blood.

AM41’s. Every day for 2 years on the bike plus endless scree/slate scrambles in them. Only just now do they need a replacement.

Minion DHF 40a. The only appropriate word is adhesive.

Don’t haggle just buy bits like that online and get the LBS to fit it, maybe ask for a post winter service , even if its something you could do yourself, workshop is where the profit is at at.

Working for any company owned by “venture capitalists”.

Alternatively, making chocolate cones and profiteroles for a disgustingly poorly managed, popular chain of falsely titled “patisseries”.

Only if you’re one of those fools who “Doesn’t really listen to music”.

Not even really people, that lot.

+1 Malvern

I also enjoy silence but music’s always there when I need it. I am continually spellbound by the effect music has on me. I’ve just listened to Dream Theatre for the first time in my life and discovered “dub” last year. It’s one thing I really look forward to getting old for:More music.

MX Player, ES File Explorer.

Badlands game.

Yeah, I spent my teenage years buying those giant magazines, studying Nick Night, Testino, LaChappelle etc, went to art school to study fashion photography…

At exactly that moment I realised it is all a load of shit. Propagating conceits and a narcissistic representation of people is a piss-poor way to earn a living.

There should only ever be “your clothes are fashion” not “their clothes are fashion”.

Love the work.

Hot beverages? Check. Radio? Check. Decent people that don’t talk about their self-centered “oh my God my day is ruined cuz there’s no Steakbakes”? Check. No stress, anxiety or managerial ineptitude & bullying? Check

An actual wage that affords me any disposable income? Nope.

I know which I prefer. (milk & 2).

Who cares? What they going to do if so, ban religion?

Intolerance is the cause of all war. And often crazy forum posts.

I do it just to annoy people who care.

And

I use a pisspot with goggles for DH and a pisspot for my bmx and a pisspot for my endurolollololling and a pisspot for climbing and I have a fullface which I probably wear once a year.

Fun. This year I’m going to have a bumbag on while I ride around in a vest top and ripped jeans. I’ll probably have my full face on then. I’m just a Matt macduff/ sensitive RULES parody.

Edit: I feel more confident, more faith in my peripheral vision, take more chances, faster.

Help Ma Boab!

Finished season 4.

I’ve given up.

You’ll be fine up shit creek crack.

All kinds of wheeliebin to car interface going on last night.

Neighbours need a new fence.. That balsa panelled Wikes thing stood no chance.

Where’s my bird table?

Bump before I have to actually start discussions on RPG forums…

I get £7 to work hard, drink tea and listen to the radio.

I reckon most life saving professions are worth at least 5* that.

But then if you know what some construction & event management industry bods charge per day rate, perhaps 10* would be more sufficient for GP’s etc…

Not for sitting in a Hilux looking at a map for 250 a day.

Aye, bacon monster munch.

Fin.

It’s alright northwind, the sauternes in the fridge ticks the megawine box.

Defrosted wine in “tastes like wine with a bit of taste frozen out” shocker.

All of it? I suppose I can practice my sauces…

E street band… All the time.

Modest mouse and Hope Of The States too.

Derivative but good.

Me. Trees coming down this Friday night.

Too busy to care, too tired to bother.

I’m passionately agnostic. I detest the word spirituality.

For me , there is only vavariables in the description of “faith”. I believe in an intangible present beyond what I am able to comprehend. Much like belief in residual gamma rays from the big bang, or something.

There’s nothing namby pamby hippie crystal yoga munching baloney about believing in something.

Like quantum physics for example.

Let us know njee…

I always considered my appearance freakish, until I started cycling. At which point having the proportions of a mountain troll came in useful.

For me this kind of behaviour is most apparent, most often, when people react to mentally ill people in public places.

Pointing and deriding someone having an episode, for example out in the middle of winter in a dressing gown putting one’s shoes in and out of a skip, is not being decent.

I appreciate most people would find these situations intimidating, but I’m continually shocked by the lack of engagement.

Removing braking almost entirely from my descents. I’ve been training this winter riding the brakeless BMX everywhere. The test the other night confirmed that I have indeed forgotten about brakes.

I’ll be fine. . .

What on earth’s a 502!? What happened to 404?

That’s a brilliant plan Jimmy!

But next year for me. Street Party Promise is unbreakable.

What did happen to Smeato The Brave anyway?

It came to me in the night. Pax nothing to do with it,thanks for the help everybody.

Post Tenebras Lux

Hopefully not getting caught by plod pissing in the street.

Edinburgh. Street Party. Woe woo!

After this year we never have to go again, I’ve been promised. So I can get back to drinking myself to sleep by 11.56.

Zaini purple hat, Bridgedale merino socks and a feedback sports tool tray for my work stand.

In a nutshell: You’re bald, your feet smell and you’re messy. Thanks Mrs.C.

Well happy.