so, this is where i try (operative word) to catch up on all the blogging i have not done up til now.
ok, here goes....
So on Saturday everyone from Flamin' 8 got together for our annual shop Christmas party/get together/piss up.
We started off the evening at the studio where a few of us exchanged gifts (some people won't be here later this week). So here's a pic of what i got for Kirtsy...
Pretty rad. God bless Mitch O' Connell
So after a few drinks in the studio, we headed off to the roundhouse for La Soiree
It was really entertaining, and a little mind boggling at times which is never a bad thing.
this guy was awesome. he could dislocate everything.... and i mean everything. at one point he dislocated his shoulder and elbow and had his arm spinning round his head like a helicopter.
there was a male pole dancer who was so incredibly strong. he could lift himself off the ground horizontally using only his arms. it's hard to explain, but it was mental. never seen anything like it.
Ely tried to recreate it with the help of a bus stop later that eve.... not so well.
apologies for the darkness of my video. but it was dark. you really get a sense of the darkness we were experiencing. what a fabulous director i would make. quite the auteur i reckon.
So anyways, after the circus, we went for dinner at Belgo
they have a very interesting list of beers to purchase. i think between everyone we probably tried the lot.
the food was real good too. shame Lal decided to play with his meal before realising it was actually mine. must be the dementia setting in.
(hey, i know how much he loves winding me up.... so take it on the chin)
i promise it looked more appetising before Lal had his way with it.
Anyways, i couldn't finish the meal so the waiter made some sort of dragon/swan creation with the leftover for Milo. Bless
i actually forgot to give him the chicken that night, and woke up at stupid o clock and suddenly remembered i had festering chicken in my bag. Got up and rushed to the living room where i found milo had beaten me to it, and managed to rip the tin foil into a million pieces. i was kinda expecting whatever came out the other end to look a little festive and glittery, but nothing. seems dogs don't like the taste of tin foil either. who knew.
the giant door knocker on the bathroom door left and imprint of a smiley face on the wall, so i had to get a photo of ely with it, after all, she is called ely "smyly"
speaking of smiley faces, this is my anti-masterpiece on Layla's car.
i should have anti-freezed a massive '?' on this vehicle...
ooooh, i also shoulda checked the other side to see if it read "south of ping pong"
that woulda been cool.
So Sunday i met up with good ol' Simon for another epic roast. Sat in a nice pub next to a wood fire. splendid stuff.
Then we both cowboyed up and braved the crowds in Camden market in a desperate attempt to finish off our Christmas shopping. I managed. He didn't. He did make lists, and then go home and make a list in reference to his prior list. Organisation is key.
I wish i had a home big enough for a rocking pig. I love him....
Next door was a nicknack homeware shop. I left my mark. (oooh, wording. love the english language i do.)
got a few pompous unimpressed headshakes, but fuck it.
anyways the guys at the shop can't have minded too much, as i got this text the next day.... (has to be one of the best text messages i've ever had the pleasure of receiving)
I bought a hand knitted badger from a Jamaican lady called Harry (the badger.... not the lady). That would be weird. "harry" isn't a traditional Jamaican name by any standards....
also got this awesome pin badge!
and got my Mum an adorable present, but am too scared it'll break in the mail, so it'll have to wait til i see her next. i might cry when i give it to her. It's just so lovely.
So thats my weekend all blogged, just Monday and Tuesday to go.
right, i'm having a smoke break.
well, it's now a fair bit later than 2 shakes of a lambs tail, but y'all are none the wiser. i guess now i am officially in the future and you are in the past. fascinating stuff. oh, speaking of which, me and simon found a time machine on Sunday. i won't divulge where, but it's true. true story.
Anyways, Monday i went to an art history talk on "scented spectres and the smell of ghosts"
all very interesting, and we even had hand outs of different smells to heighten our senses. Layla came with me, and we ended up sharing a table with an old couple. The man seemed a little less than enthralled to be there, and the woman couldn't get enough of the scents. i swear she was wiping her nose on them. I won't be surprised if i now catch the flu.
some awesome slides of old scent bottle advertising...
our eclectic collection of various scents. (they are now in a zip lock bag hanging up in my living room.)
It was an interesting talk, about the Olfactory region of the brain which got compared to a haunted house in quite a charming metaphor. Cant quite remember what it was though.
should have taken notes.
Anyways, Layla was kind enough to give me a lift home back through Muswell hill where i noticed their church does not have a Christmas tree.
High Barnet church - 1
Muswell Hill church - 0
So yesterday was my day off, and i took it upon myself to do some festive cupcake baking.
today i tattooed some nice script i sketched out yesterday whilst waiting for my cakes to cool. forgot to take a photo.... but here's my set up.
His sister got tattooed last week, and posting it totally slipped my mind... so here it is.
i think that's one of the most delightful little pieces of script i've ever done.
yup. that's it for now.
i doubt anyone made it this far. that was quite a long post.
if u r reading this....
U R MY HERO!