After sampling eight whiskies, five wines and two rums, I have found a winner. £48. Bargain.
Southampton Boat Show. I have to wear paper booties so I don’t scratch up the yacht I couldn’t afford if I lived to be a billion.
Just booted up the Wii. It was a more innocent time when I made this.
I AM (G)ROOT
I have no recollection of what I wrote, but it must have been good.
Almost stepped on this pillock. Didn’t even so much as flinch.
Feeding time at the coati enclosure. I asked the keepers if they’d ever hugged one. I was told they’re a bit bitey.
These frogs are deadly poisonous. But they look like M&Ms. One can’t hurt, can it? I’ve not eaten since breakfast…
Lunchtime for lemurs
I’m only halfway through my second week but already I feel Veronica and I are destined for a workplace affair.
The Apple “iSomething” craze of the late 2000s has a lot of shit to answer for.
Ha, hahaha haha hahahahaha ha, haha, hahaha… *sigh* … I am a five year old.
I’ve taken to getting myself lost as of late.
As hobbies go it’s pretty unorthodox, but I’m finding it enjoyable all the same.
It started purely accidentally; one evening while out running I took three wrong turns in a row and discovered I didn’t recognise any of my surroundings. It took me the best part of an hour to find my way home again, but once I was back on familiar turf I realised I had discovered something while lost that I hadn’t anticipated - not so much a specific place, mind you, but the idea of one.
Despite having lived in Southampton on and off for the best part of a year now, I have much of the town left to explore. It doesn’t take me long to find myself in an unfamiliar part of town and once I do I press on further, searching for a specific type of street. They’re dotted around here and there and are instantly recognisable, not by look but by feel.