das font

font made based on the lego workshop.
gamed this like a whore, pretty jovial though.

if all else fails...

..listen to electro house and draw something unrelated to what you were originally aiming for...

5 Sharpies and several days later...

good times.

And then there were three...

"Ahh Mayte, this is gonna take soo fucken long..."

"Yeah Maytee but it'll be worth it..."

"spose..."

Cheers for the fucken pep talk you slag.

Number 3 - Undecided

I cannae quite get the colours right. Still need to get the proportions right with the tyedye ball-trippage initiation device. ALmost there though. Drum

I photoshopped your mum.

and then some.

Work in progress

1 + 1/2 out of 3.

listen to eastern jamz.

May god have mercy on my house mates ears...

Because now I have this;

mmm...tasty tasty torso......

Festival Season is over...(pt.II)

Following the depart of Barcelona, after a 15 minute nap at the coach station, only to wake up just as drunk as when I entered unconciousness and to find Jimmy had rapidly ploughed through a 70ml bottle of vodka with ease, we headed south. To put things in perspective the coach ride was like something you might remeber from a year 7 school trip to some random fucking castle, just much, much more exited and much, much more drunk.

Off the coach and straight to CampFIB (Bonet (BeniCamp)- don't be silly). Beaut' of a spot by the showers again, we cracked open our various crates, kegs, bottles, boxes, glasses and cartons (Don Simon 4 life) and got cracking. One of the best things about this festival is the beach parties; you almost forget your actually at a music festival until it starts.

As far as unhealthy medium term obsessions go, Justice are well up there.
Sunday came and we bought some of those...foamy long tubey...things...
and with the help of some conveniently placed gaffa tape, made this greasy beast;
good times.
needless to say we fucked shit up and i think i poo'd a little when they opened with Genesis.
Within 25 minuts we had a small army of accomplices rendez-vous with us at the front after noticing our cross from a distance. The photo above are before (left) and after (right) the hour long set. After a night of general rampage, Me, Tom and Emily wondered on down to the campsite bar to grab some fresh o.j and the BeniPaper. Hungover as hell, we opened the paper to the centerfold; and who'd have thought it...hi.

Festival Season is over.... (part i)

This year was a great year for festivals, I went back to the almgihty Benicassim, before that GateCrasher was the first of the year, slapping me in the face with a wave of rain, chavs, and insomnia. But also the Prodigy, bang on. Bloom was intimate but fucking good fun, and most recently Beachdown in brighton, which i was spontaniously dragged into going only hours before it started. Driving to Beachdown was a festival first and even though I forgot to take full advantage by bringing a pillow/duvet, the car not only took us into Brighton town to go swimming during a shit load of rain, only to then walk dripping wet into a Chinese buffet restaurant, only to realise we didnt have any money, and drage are moist asses out swiftly, but upon the comical collapse of my rizla tent, served as a warm, musical bed. Good times.

"Need 2 Tickets"

But back with a vengance, Benicassim was a lethal cocktail of sun,sea,sand,sombrero's,seafood,(running..out..of...alliteration..options....), sangria and shorts.

Upon arrival of Barcelona at 10pm local time, we managed to game it out of baggage collection and out into a 7-seater taxi all the way to the coach station. Only it turns out that even though we are in time to get the last coach, tickets were all sold out, or as the ticket assistant so brutally put it; "IT IS IMPOSSIBLE!". We planned to stay up all ngiht drinking and get the first coach to Beni, so boguht tickets for 8am sharp. After 2 hours of timeburing by the Arc de Triumph( is England the only country to not have one?) i went hunting for a prime location to take a shit, when we found, or were found by, about 20 drunk English fsetival goers in the same position as us, so we deicded on a triumphant trip to Barcelona's epic beach to get crunk, and junk. This would later turn into the world most dedicated human pyramid team, contructing a perfect 5,4,3,2,1-yes, count it, 15 person human pyramid. Which then evolved into the thought of us all getting a pyramid design on our wrists. By usuing black dots to signify people, and a pink dot to identify yourself, something like this;
Word up.

Anyway the night got messy and everyone got wet drunk and naked, fucking classic.

Grimsby Puddle 3.

after triumphantly snaeking into ravensbourne and bribing our way into the photo studio, we dived into a swift rage against the machine fuelled photoshoot for Hugh, as part of his ModelsOne application. 5 of the best i think..?