Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Ade falls into a pool of water... a sexy ASCII chck watches.

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My Friend Tom Morris...


Wants to grow old and own a pub where he serves "Galahad Premium Strength Lager", on tap. I found a sign outside an old pub (like the sort of pub Old Tom Morris would own), with a picture of Young Tom Morris playing golf.

Funny old World.

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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Last night it Snowed





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Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Awards acceptance Speech

Tonight our posse from Dare will go down to the Grand Prix Awards for some digital advertising thingey. Hopefully Lynx Blow will win an award... or the Crusher Project, or Barclays Pin N Win...

if so this is my acceptance speech proposal:

Well the chips are laid and it’s been eyes on the table for the final hand; so I’d like to thank you all for not calling our bluff. It’s a dangerous game this digital stuff; you never know who’s really playing at the table opposite you and if you’re not careful you can mistake the big players for the barman. As long as the stiff drinks keep coming in and cigar smoke is fresh, everybody’s playing for keeps and nobody’s letting on what happens next: but this is the game we play. Am I right or am I right? It’s been a tough job, but that’s why my client called in the tough guys of the digital world to provide some true pixel muscle as nobody likes a barroom brawl to spill over into the streets and in this game not everyone’s a winner. Am I right or am I right? Anyway, enough rambling as I see there’s no queue a the bar. Hold on and hold down for the other nominations – well played guys but it ain’t over till the fat agency sings; and all this whiskey has made us pull on the pounds so sit tight for the post speech drinks and watch out for poisoned tea.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

satire

this is bad, but fucking great at the same time.

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Sunday, January 14, 2007

Judas


you sold my hide..

(sold!... to News Corp for $580 million dollars)

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A bitter pill to swallow

Order it straight and neck it in one as nobody's going to treat you to a night of cheap thrills or inoffensive pleasure in this place. I continually try to offend, and it is only thanks to society's steadily cankering integrity or self respect that I am beaten to the post every time by nothing more than pulp fiction style shock horror headlines, hammering home to every poor fucker who reads them the inevitable diagnosis of these timely plentiful symptoms.... "We are falling into the abyss ... of the unwell".

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Wednesday, January 10, 2007

fuck commercial

Friday, January 5, 2007

My First Post

Is this thing working.... ?