Sunday, 28 February 2010

Eight years from now...

Basically, eight years from now I plan to go completely mental: Grow a mustache, change my name to Howard Roark and move into a city built at the bottom of the ocean in a reference possibly even too far for myself, and write poetry about bunny ears, rainbows and Sander Cohen. 
This is a portrait based on the high probability of this plan going through.

A second blog of short-term obsessions!

As you all probably know, I tend to develop obsessions with a particular thing for about two weeks or so, so bad are these obsessions that I don't tend to ever stop talking about them. I've started a blog to document these and to add to your annoyance, first sound pollution and now blog-pollution! Awhh yeah, heres the link:


Expect a lot of Sellers! Yay! Sellers!

(Oh and, I got into St Martins. NICE.)