September 30, 2004
The Xania 7
...are now 13. And I'm back, shocked by the cold and ready to bore the pants off you with holiday pictures.
August 23, 2004
Deutschland
This one's for Konstatin.
Germany, land of poets and thinkers.
I went to a wedding party last Friday. Pretty decent and normal folks. Pretty rural area. The food was okay-ish, the music was okay-ish ("Dragostea Din Tei" only got played three times). So I managed to keep a mask of not being totally bored and disgusted even without drinking myself senseless.
Until shortly after midnight when the "DJs" pumped up the volume and got into a mix of abysmal floorfillers, the most notable an unbelievable cumulation of incredible rhythms and words by some cretin called "Eamon".
"F*ck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack
F*ck you, you ho, I dont want you back".
I was most impressed. Now, don't get me wrong. I was a Ho before you were a Ho, but seeing obese German "Knappschaft" employees getting down to this was more than I could stomach. I'm afraid it will take several weeks to heal from it.
August 18, 2004
Banksy Keeping It Real
I took the first picture above back in May, still with the A80 and was never really happy with it. So when I returned last week I headed back to the South Bank to take another one. But it was gone. They "cleaned" it.
So here's another genuine Banksy, this time from the Westway, Portobello.
June 25, 2004
Hansnpansn
Hansnpansn is such an obscure word and so typical for the area I come from that nobody living 50 KM North, South, West or East would be able to understand it. Plus it's not translatable into any language.
