Tuesday, 15 December 2009

The shadow of a doubt.

In every person's life there's a handful of people that make a mark, and no matter what you will remember that people forever.

I think is safe to say that in the case of George McFly and his wife one of that person was a strange student, let's call him Calvin Klein. She tried to fuck him, among other things, and he is partially the reason they ended up together.

Surely, no matter how many years had passed, they'd remember that young fella.

How did George Mcfly felt when he first realized his son Marty looked a whole lot like his friend from the 50s? Did lived with the doubt that his wife had seen him later in her life? Did he secretly hate Marty? Did he thought his wife had been cheating on him for years? How did she feel when her son started looking like pretty much the first guy she fancied? Did the people their generation in town look and Marty and think he looked like the kid that invented rock n roll at their prom?

Thursday, 11 June 2009

My creepiest picture to date

2.0

Big mouth strikes again

At a meeting with my bosses, I said "This is our Nuremberg, we were just following orders".

The german/austrian lawyer wasn't that amused

I win at life once again

Thursday, 28 May 2009

Bank holiday photography







Hastings.... what a shithole

North London Warning

Dear North Londoners:

Please remain indoors on the morning of the saturday between 11:00 and 13:00, it truly is for your own good, really.

In those hours I will be taking an archery class. Remember, it's me we are talking about, a man able to pretty much knock himself out just by trying to get up from a chair.
I'm afraid that more than a stylish Legolas, Green Arrow or Errol Flynn type my adventures with bow and arrow will be reminiscent of something out of Monty Python and the Holy Grail meets the Darwin Awards, via Mr. Bean.

So for your safety, please stay indoors and hide under the bed, it will only be a couple of hours.