None for a month then three come at once...

Everyone should watch this video. My friend Iain showed me this song and I like the fact that they are Japanese.

mouse on the keys_最後の晩餐


Man, I love Ebay, one man's crap is another man's treasure, apparently it's the only thing keeping the Royal mail in business, so i guess by buying stuff off Ebay, we're preserving a great British institution. Viva la postman.

fueling the re-birth

There havnt really been many interesting things to comment on recently so i guess thats sort of an excuse for the lack of effort on our part, but i thought it was about time i added an update as a piece of the revival of this failing blog.I think the friday gone was one of the best days in a while laying in the grass enjoying midday sun with close friends and playing snap, i uterly cannot wait untill it is like that everyday.Also it was pretty cool seeing my grandpa for the first time in six months, he always has the most wonderful stories to tell me, and after finding out that he will be moving back to England in april after five years in spain i eagerly anticipate many more.

An attempt to bring this back from the dead..

No post in over a month, yes we're slacking, maybe even falling apart, call it what you like.

First Holga batch

Probably the most disgusting scan ever, but I like it.
My first roll came back, and I've got a couple of goodens, I'm quite surprised really.

"Whats financially?"

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece

" Chantelle and Maisie were released from hospital yesterday. They are living with Penny, Chantelle’s jobless dad Steve, 43, and her five brothers in a rented council house in Eastbourne. The family live on benefits.

I think this quote sum's up our country. What a fucking mess.

"An Evening Walk"

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threatening horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.

Today has been a sad day... one of those days which puts everything in perspective... "at the end of the day, it is life and death".

I went on a walk today with my new Holga, and it made me feel better. Its nice to just put a bit of time out for yourself. Walks also seem to resolve problems magically. Its probably just evolution's way of cheering us up. Especially as we evolved into such fucking strange animals.

I took a few photos , I'll probably have some pictures up in a couple of weeks, then I can put Rory and Max to shame!

If you were wondering, the poem is Blake.

Peace and Love.

.Hnrymgr.

Mandem

Blizzzzzard

The past two days have consisted of sledging, snowboarding, wet bums and soggy socks, we've had fun to say the least.

Here is a photo which has no relevance to this post

Bernard's Watch

If only..

waste of bandwidth

As always this blog entry will include nothing of real substance or meaning but instead just general musings from the past several days, almost every morning lately i find my self strugling to get up when my alarm rings, being exausted untill i recive a strong cup of tea, and thinking i must go to bed earlier tonight, but by evening i seem to have forgoten the mornings ordeal as if it never happend and i end up not going to bed untill the early hours of the morning. I also think that my recent diet of marmite flavoured crisps and ginger ale is not helping to aleviate the fatigue. Yesterday i purchased a game from town and withit i received a free t-shirt, an item that the employee was far to excited about giving to me, the way he presented it i thought i had won Willy Wonkas golden ticket, but no it was a quite frankly shit t-shit, but at the end of the day it was free. My final point of the day is that not wearing socks whilst wearing shoes does infact cause the person in question to suffer from incredibly smelly feet, a point recently proven by a close friend.

Don't you hate..

those weeks when the world seems to hate you.

Failing tests, losing your job and looking at the weather forecast to see this..

Sunday

It's sunday, it's raining, I'm sure you have nothing better to do than look at some photos..



Click here to enter a whole new world.

The Adventures of Middle England...

So, we were out last night going to some guy's house party in Hatchwarren, it got called off, police came and we were forced to wander the streets of hatch warren, like urchins. After alot of oldskool street drinking and many miles of walking it all got a bit cold and boring, so we all walked back from the Portsmouth Arms. About 10 minutes from Max's house, some car of degenerate proletarya pulled up, this is pretty poetic, they were just wankers from Reading. Two of them got out well nonchalantly and opened the boot, we thought nothing of it, but then they both got out baseball bats and said some generic threat (we were pretty drunk). By this time we were sprinting Sebastian Coe-style. We got away to the safety of Max's crib. Thats about it really. It was pretty funny and surreal. So then we went to Max's for a night of drinking and laughter. You probably had to be there.

Max fell asleep on the phone.

Hdog x

''I'm the zookeeper"

"I'm the crackman"

The beginning.

Well, i guess this won't have anything to do with Dayers, just random postage of art, music, fashion, and maybe a few snap shots of our wonderful lives.
Love it.
Erol Alkan is a genius, so is Will Smith.
Watch Zeitgeist.
Carpe Diem.
I think that's about me done for today, goodnight kids.
Hbomb x


(To Max, Fred and Roar, use capital letters.)

nothing to tell the world

i have nothing to say worth reading and i also have no desire to quote someone who has written something worth reading and claim it as my own, so instead i will continue to give you false hope that there is something worth finding out at the end of this paragraph when infact this is an entirely useless passage. maybe at one point i will write something interesting but the most likely outcome is that i will contribute the least to this blog out of the four of us.

PLAYERS

EAT IN DAYERS