Wednesday, 24 December 2014



I'm back in the 514, all x-massy.  Ava good one.  Geez I don't post much anymore.  Ah well, at least I didn't crap out after a month, like most other blogs.  It only took me six years.  Bliorg!

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Stuff wot goes in me mouf

Full English, solid
What the hell is a malt loaf?  Squidgy energy?
Nice Cornish lager that tastes more like ale

Cheese n chutney
  Eating and drinking stuff is often the best part of a day.  Sometimes.  Almost done in the UK, time to migrate back over to the 514 for a wee bit.

Devon thingies


It's getting cold down here, but it's all good, for I have my 6£ British Commando sweater, which I picked up at a charity shop.  Run-on sentence.  Charity shops rule.  Been finding plenty of good books there as well.  What else?  I've been working with wood a lot.  Chopping stuff down, secateuring high-up bits, sawing it up with chainsaws, splitting it, all that jazz.  I'm getting Popeye forearms because of it.  I is what I is.

The Black Cock Inn

  I flicked through the TV channels the other day, and I must be trippin'.  When did baking, ballroom dancing, and antiques become cool?  The world is grannies.

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

Goings on of late


Drifted to Devon, on England's sw coast, just east of Cornwall.  Getting colder.  I've been shovelling shit and chopping wood and stuff.

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

DK scenic-type pics

Fanø Island
I now hate llamas
Esbjerg - bleak yet hopeful
Esbjerg Strand

  The Danes sometimes make a strange sound when they want to wordlessly signal the affirmative.  The sound is a gasping 'Yoh!', or 'Yohm!'.  I don't like it.
  But most other things in Denmark are cool.  Except the paying 60% taxes I guess.  Most people seem pretty happy though.  Skål.  Yawmp!

DK randoms

East German vehicle, built like a brick shitter

I didn't realize I'd been to Ebeltoft 10 years earlier until I saw the Frigatten Jylland

Our temporary backyard in Havnbjerg

Wants it
20's tile
Double rainbow all the way

  Back in the UK now, innit.  Almost didn't get back in because it seems like a job prerequisite at border services is being a total cunt.  Ah well, he was funny looking anyway.
  I've done a fair bit of world travelling, and in all the places I've been, there is one universal theme.  No, it's not camaraderie, hate, love, or anything like that.  It's that there is always dried spit on the screen at ATMs.  What the fuck is that about?