17th November 2007

Dave's band hit Birmingham.

"Eff off, yeah?"

The Sunflower Lounge

This monstrosity was right above my head and didn't look too secure.

It also dripped in my beer.

Hello, Bronwen.

Let's Bitter Cinema.

Pete drove us to Birmingham. Ta, Pete.

Squat joined me. Squoodsquad times for life.

He's not Weird Dave anymore, he's ROCKSTAR DAVE.

Dave.

Dave.

Dave.

This band looked like a bunch of twats, but were actually quite good.

"Ooooh, the weather outside is frightful..."

Windy.

Cold.

Natalie.

14th November 2007

I came home to find Dom, just hanging out in his batman suit, watching Spongebob Squarepants.

Firebug, with Nick and Milo, to watch Misty's Big Adventure.

MBA were really good, but their gimmick (and I despise bands with gimmicks, and gimmicks in general) was this blue twat with hands all over him. I hated him. Twat.

10th November 2007

LEEDS.

Can't be bothered to upload them all again, so here's the facebook gallery:

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=30329&l=63424&id=717472603

Ta da!

Brighton Beach

Nev/Nathan/Kristine/Swann's house-warming party. Complete with fireworks.

I am officially the worst photographer of fireworks. I was told at least twice not to give up the day job.

A firework went into our little crowd. It was very very scary. THIS scary, infact...



...no wait, THIS scary:





More amazing firework photographs.


"Pretend you've just realised you have the legs of a mule."



"You're a lonely leopard, in a zoo, in a cage, calling out for love and affection."

Nathan.

Taxi.

We love Nev.

"Aww, stop taking photos of me, maaaaan..."

Classy bird.

Natalie: "I'm going to get a tattoo on the back of my eyeballs which you can only see when I'm having a seizure. It'll say 'I'm having a seizure, call 999', in tribal".

Nev and I love Woody.

The Schmee Scream.

"If you take another fookin' photo..."

Haha. Schmeats trying to fend off an admirer. She is actually licking his neck in the photo below.

Josh was there, all smiles.

Apparently this is a girl's worst nightmare.

Natalie and I created Mission Boyfriend, and pretended to be photographers for Brighton Beach, just to take pictures of good-looking men. It's not shallow, it's art. (Haha).

Alright, Beaver?

More possible suitors...

Natalie has stalkerish tendencies and called this one "Argos Boy", because she is a stalker.

The man on the left reminded me that drugs are bad. Very bad.

Some future husbands didn't want to be photographed...

"Iyyerr, Jon."

This guy is the EXACT replica of the New Zealand guy Natalie and myself encountered a couple of months ago. Go back and look. You'll be amazed.

It's not Sophbeck without creepily peeping round from behind the wall.

It's a small world: Max Almond.

This time it was Josh and Harry's turn to admit defeat.

Grumpy Dave was throwing some rather large shapes.