Doombee

Sorry about that chaps!
While I've been away, I've obtained a new pet (ginger), and a house (no.18 The Crescent).
I also shacked up with flickr, which is where my photography work is updated regularly.
www.flickr.com/photos/the_echo…

I suggest you go there to get your fill of arty goodness until I get round to uploaded the few draw pieces I have about the place.
Onwards!

Camera- now obtained.
Gym Membership-still non-existent
Other semi-realistic new years resolutions- ALIVE AND WELL
(including quitting smoking)
Number of days spent outside this week- less than half
fishfinger sammiches- ONE
Bottles of vodka consumed- TWO (L)
Exams sat- ONE
Houses to live in next year- None at all
Episodes of Mighty Boosh consumed- ALL in existence.
crazy tattoo vows made- at least one
drinks spilt-one
drinks spilt ON ME- three


Hmm. I've been back two weeks and these are my accomplishments.
Of the past week. Damn. I am suffering from SlowBrain, a terrible affliction brought on by liver failure and fishfinger poisoning.
New stuff soon. I hope


*prays to permantly black sky*

So very, very cold. Everytime I walk outside I die a little inside. When Im frying stuff in the morning I can actually see a wall of mountains just covered in snow, waiting to fall down and kill us all.
Ho hum.

Nikon D80 pipedream has been laid to rest- my dad has instead compromised a Nikon Coolpix p80, which can still do cool shizz but for 200 squid less. This has cheered my day up substaintially, as did a massive chicken based feast with the lovely Emfy, Kirsten and Ginge from the 2nd floor (and Stacey obviously- the roomie who is like a shadow to me).

Attempted xmas shopping. Massively failed. Chocolate, martini shaker and new sketchpad aquired instead. Never mind. Everyone knows I'm borderline poverty stricken at any given point anyways so Im sure I get away with handing out big empty boxes filled with 'hugs and wuv'.

MORE ART SOON. Or so I hope. I got all inspired by a William Burroughs book that was mainly incomprehensible heroin addict babble but there was some gold under there so I'm hoping to spew out some stuff in the future that doesnt make me want to rip out my own eyes in despair


OFF NOW>

bar calls

Camera= deceased
I really really fucking miss being able to keep my photo journal thingy alive. Next time I'm going home I'm begging for a nikon D80. Failing that I'll sell a kidney. Or go back to Ye Olde Soviet SLR. But I'd need a forklift truck for that and I'm not driving one of those the seven hours its takes to get here from Essex. Hell No.

Anyways, artistic shizz has been confined to napkins, beer mats and post  it notes for the last month. Anything I draw I've given away to little people who are either entralled or appalled by my creations. After a dry spell (sort of) I've returned to the nightly viewing of Super Magic Insane Nightmares so hopefully I'll start sketching those and colouring them in with our friend, the almighty tablet. Or  not.

If I ever get any of my drunk scribbles back I'll scan them and post them in the scraps section, which is probably where Jesus Shitting Rainbows should go.
I'll move him soon. Promise.

Just so y'all know