Zombies vs Vegetarians

Jamie, an occasional reader of this blog, recently left a post where he questions how I could ever get tired of the view from my window, arguing I have the customers from the Adult Pleasure shop to look at. Well Jamie, those people don`t really get to me, as they don`t make a lot of noise.

What does get to me, is the army of drunken students shouting out for kebab three meters below my bed every night. They`re very much like zombies. Just not as charming. Look at these two, for example, pondering whether they should shout KEBAB! or PIZZA! once they make it across the street.

A man could very easily loose all faith in mankind in this environment. At least I get to appreciate those wonderful vegetarians who don`t bother me with drunken clichés at night, as they`re somewhere else. Why can`t they all be vegetarians?

Go and tell it to the trees

As I`m going to Nottingham tomorrow, I`m posting these photographs from the Sherwood forest. Unfortunately, there is no battle between good and evil going on in there. But they do have some redicilously old oak trees. Such a shame you`re not allowed to climb them.

Spring

Whitmore Reans Gazette hereby declare spring in The Black Country for officially opened.

WHITMORE REANS GAZETTE GOES TABLOID

But only for this post.

These shocking photographs were taken during a journalist student party at The Student Union in Wolverhampton. God help the english educational system.

Vraslosken has been at work again

I have recently spent a week working for this "newspaper". I am not going to tell you which one it is, but it is one of the daily Red-Tops. I did editorial work for them - but not the spread shown here. I am happy to report I still have my personal integrity and ethics intact.

Den Tenksomme Vraslosken is destined for better things.

Subterranean Homesick Blues

This is the view from my window. I am tired of it.

Dirty Old Town

As I`ve just celebrated St. Patricks Day with my irish flatmate and other irish folk, I publish this snapshot from Temple Bar, Dublin. I went there in february for an Irish folk music festival. The guy to the right, with the flute, fell off his chair having played all the verses of "Fields of Athenry". If you don`t know that song, you`re an english imperalist swine. Yeah.