KKK horse called Rambo.

Imagine the back story…

Having decided my Dad would like this book I thought I’d make him his very own cover for his birthday.

My friend at work had dropped several hints about her birthday. She also wasn’t ever shy to show her love for pie and mash.

We got her some pie related gifts (including F. Cooke’s finest chilli vinegar) and I made an interactive card.

She required cutlery to open it cos I’m a git like that (and yes I know it should have been a spoon and fork).

W was pleased.

How to keep warm by pigeon.

If I had a boat, would I call it lolly?

“Start a revolution”, said the bandstand in Norwich.

No, I did not do a cartwheel and look smug.

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Photos and cycling.

Mmmmm I love the danger.

Neither John (tache on the right) nor I remember this moment or photo happening.

All we know is that it was somewhere in New York in September 2010.

If you are out there tache man (tache on the left) hello! And what the devil was going on?

There’s nothing like sleeping in a lay by (thanks camp sites of Dijon) with some honking trucks only to go for a little drive and find a sunflower field.

We might have had some nice tranquil music on.

We might have had Boris on.

(This was taken just before the above).