Tuesday, April 15, 2008

RIP IN TO IT YOU BLOODY FAIRY...

Well, I bashed you. That was good, wasn't it? It was good for a bit of a giggle, anyway.

Silly boys, that's all that Chopper had to say, and poor little Sammy got blown away.

You've written a best-seller...
Yeah, I know - and I can't even bloody spell. What about those poor bloody academics, those college graduates, battling their guts out to write some airy-fairy piece of exaggerated artwork? And here's a bloke, sitting in a cell, who can't spell, and he's written a best-seller. It's sold two hundred and fifty thousand copies. And it's still selling. And he's writing another one. And I can't even spell. I'm semi-bloody-illiterate.
Even Beethoven had his critics. See if you can name three of them.

It's all right, Jimmy. I don't hate you. You just broke my heart.

Look, all I can tell you is what I've already told Mister Beasley: none of us saw anything. It was just one of those things: Bluey Barnes was reading a magazine; Ambrose Hatcheson was taking a piss; Johnny Price was washing his hands; Jimmy Loughnan was watching a bullant crawl across the table, and I was watching Jimmy watching the bullant.

I'm just a bloody normal bloke. A normal bloke who likes a bit of torture.





Monday, April 14, 2008

LE HEADS....

Wha happened?...

A hard day at the office for H.I.G... I'm not angry, just disappointed...


Mavi havin' a bloody ball once again...



One of the finer things in life, the "White Rabbit".....









Thursday, April 10, 2008



Like a rat with a gold tooth...
To start the proceedings I give you "Steve Gourlay", male model.