Wednesday, 24 December 2014
Wednesday, 26 November 2014
|Full English, solid|
|What the hell is a malt loaf? Squidgy energy?|
|Nice Cornish lager that tastes more like ale|
|Cheese n chutney|
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.
Wednesday, 12 November 2014
Tuesday, 21 October 2014
|I now hate llamas|
|Esbjerg - bleak yet hopeful|
But most other things in Denmark are cool. Except the paying 60% taxes I guess. Most people seem pretty happy though. Skål. Yawmp!
|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|
|Double rainbow all the way|
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?