A to Z of things i enjoy or things that irritate me.

B)
B is for Brocoli. Raw, Steamed, Baked, Roasted, Fried, Frozen, Tepid, Warm. In a sandwich, in a stir fry, in a salad, on toast, as a side, as a main. In a bowl, on a plate, on the table, on the floor, on my head. It's smell, it's colour, it's shape, it's allure, it's availability, it's goodness, it's greatness, it's yumness, it's strength, it's beauty. 


BROCOLI IS A DREAMBOAT (and i will never ever share it).

A to Z of things i enjoy or things that irritate me.

A)
A is for Aftershave. Specifically when Men (and women, i don't discriminate) wear too much of it.  You're pottering down the road, or having a wonder about in the shops, or on a bus or a train or a ferry, and all of a sudden BOOOOOOOM. You are hit by a solid WALL of smell. I'm quite sure this smell was originally anticipated to be a lovely smell (somehow), but the problem is that people cake it on. It smashes into my face and attacks my brain and for the next five, ten, twenty minutes (days) all i can smell is an awful sense of desperation, arrogance and audacity. And sweat. 


Its. Grim. 

Giraffe couldn't care less that it was Elephant's birthday

Done a Drawing for a Gig night

My lovely friend Lewis asked me to do a Drawing for a Gig night in Dalston he's doing for The Davenport Collection, which is nice. You should definitely go to the night, it'l be well fun. Plus im going, which is also nice. Maybe i'l draw on your hand and you can cherish it for ever? ThanksYeahBye.

Iphone Maps is shit

Not remembering things can be well fun