I could be happy/Or in distress/Depending on the company
Didn't camp, but the campsite was splendidly far away from everything, given it's just round the back of Bath.
Formulated a theory about why they're called kebabs here and gyros in septic-land, posed around in a cloak, drank beer and talked shite. All very satisfactory indeed.
Generally, when I've been reading a comic graphic novel, I feel like I've just eaten a tube of Pringles. It's a food-product, but not a useful one. Post reading The Filth... Well, I say 'reading'. I mean 'being ambushed and subjected to perverse sexual practices by'. I retreated to the mentally safer areas of a small pile of 'New Worlds' magazines and the qpopper source code.
Funny bugger that Morrison chap. Talented, mark you.
Otherwise I have this strange idea that I should find the least attractive pub in Bristol and put on a night called 'Old git disco'. Playlist to include 'Don't fear the reaper', 'There is no love', 'Public Image' and, um, some other stuff.
Currently, I'm strongly tempted by The Long Bar on Old Market. Any boozer that has signs reading 'Alcoholics welcome' is clearly going to be a quality establishment, the like of which one has not seen since the demise of the 'fields Twelve Bells.
I've also been saving up the last couple of Raymond Chandler novels. I shall be very sad when I've read them all.
Formulated a theory about why they're called kebabs here and gyros in septic-land, posed around in a cloak, drank beer and talked shite. All very satisfactory indeed.
Generally, when I've been reading a comic graphic novel, I feel like I've just eaten a tube of Pringles. It's a food-product, but not a useful one. Post reading The Filth... Well, I say 'reading'. I mean 'being ambushed and subjected to perverse sexual practices by'. I retreated to the mentally safer areas of a small pile of 'New Worlds' magazines and the qpopper source code.
Funny bugger that Morrison chap. Talented, mark you.
Otherwise I have this strange idea that I should find the least attractive pub in Bristol and put on a night called 'Old git disco'. Playlist to include 'Don't fear the reaper', 'There is no love', 'Public Image' and, um, some other stuff.
Currently, I'm strongly tempted by The Long Bar on Old Market. Any boozer that has signs reading 'Alcoholics welcome' is clearly going to be a quality establishment, the like of which one has not seen since the demise of the 'fields Twelve Bells.
I've also been saving up the last couple of Raymond Chandler novels. I shall be very sad when I've read them all.