This is Francis.
Here is my office dragon, Francis. I posted up some pics on him last week. Basically, my office would be rather boring without him sticking about, literally. He’s perched on my printer, on the one part that doesn’t move or open up. Continue reading
Surely, the face of evil?
When I saw this thing on television this morning – it made a brief appearance on the Wright Stuff before they dissolved into predictable misinformed debate about legal highs – I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
This week has seen Campfire Burning decide to take a meander down the closet of humanity’s sexual perversions. He doesn’t get very far, it is scarier than Narnia after all, but he does manage to raise some really good points. Now if only more people realised that there isn’t such a thing as “normal” then maybe, just maybe, the world would be a happier place.
The Internet is for porn.
via campfireburning
It may seem like a strange thing to confess, but it’s true. Sometimes I wish that I had that tank that Daredevil has in the film, the one that he sleeps in that’s filled with water.
Paul snapped this of me earlier this morning.
My hair was a little crazy whilst I was in the middle of getting dressed-drying my hair this morning. And I hadn’t drunk any coffee yet. Paul and I were, at the time, chatting about the now infamous shaving foam “pie” incident of yesterday in which Rupert Murdoch got only a fraction of what should really be heading his way: Continue reading
