Sunday, 20 June 2010

M.I.A


So, I have not really been around lately. And by lately, I mean 2010.

In my defence, I have been doing stuff.

I have provided pics as proof - because we all know that without pictures, it didn't really happen.

WARNING: This post contains pictures of my fat face and a man wearing a thong. Proceed at own risk.

I had me a trip to Crosby beach to go and see Another Place, the Anthony Gormley sculpture installation. It's basically a load of cast iron models of his body placed at various places along the shore.

This is what Anthony Gormley looks like.

STD?!
Who goes to the beach when it's minus 5 degrees? English people!
It is also the law that you must have an ice cream, no matter the weather.


We walked 6km along the beach - the figures are spread out over 3km


BFFs. And probably not how Anthony Gormley predicted people would use his 'art' - to take Myspace-style pictures.

Creating our own art


Moody

Bob, the cat who looks like Hitler, brought a live mouse into my parent's house and let it go in their bedroom. My mum trapped the mouse in the room by attatching a bungee cord to the door as it doesn't shut properly. Then they killed it in a mousetrap. Lolz.


I went to Lyme Park in Stockport.
Or for the nerds amongst us, I went to the location of Pemberley in the BBC version of Pride & Prejudice.
Colin Firth was not there, alas.

GJammz was there, however, and we made him pretend to be coming out of the lake a la the Firth.


This is only the 2nd cup of tea I have ever had.
Yes, I am 27.

Nom, nom, nom!
Scone and cream and jam!


I went to Blackpool and up to the top of the Blackpool Tower.
Stood on a bit of glass with a 380ft drop. Big wow.
If that glass can hold my weight, it can pretty much hold anything.

I went to the world's dodgiest waxwork museum.
Here's me and, erm, it'll come to me in a minute ...

Blackpool Tower

Don't look down

Wow. Matt Damon.

Tom Hanks would be turning in his grave. If he were dead.

Yes, that is a man wearing a thong. On a pole. The shame.
We must never speak of this night again.



Had a little trip down to Bath. Pretended I was in Persuasion and that.
Yet another Jane Austen reference.

Went into the cathedral

This is The Circus.
Nicolas Cage, and his hair, live here some of the time.

Snigger.

The Royal Crescent in Bath.
Would love to live in one of those houses - or stay in the hotel - if it weren't for the hordes of tourists. And the torrential rain.

Visited Stonehenge.
Don't bother.

Saturday, 12 June 2010

1966 And All That ...



COME ON ENGLAND!
England vs. USA in about 2 hours.
We invented soccerball so we should be allowed to win!

*EDIT: By 'COME ON ENGLAND' what I actually meant was 'Come on and get a mediocre draw against the USA, a country with traditionally limited football success, and disappoint us all again so we have to wait another 4 years to have our inflated hopes dashed. Thankssomuch.'*