taking fire

Good god! How much am I missing my little graphics family? Answer esta yes. Quite a lot. It’s come to my attention that ever since I’ve been ejaculating my drivel concentrated ponderings on here, I’ve never really mentioned the kids that I spend the majority of my time with. This is stoopid. And so, for your viewing pleasure, je presente:

Colin ‘f’kin’ Bennett: aka: The boy behind the leftofsix legend. He has the same haircut as me. Give or take, but he’d argue he looks better in it. He’d probably be right. Loving the boy, even though he makes me want to spank him with a steel ruler sometimes. Best fun for playing concept ping pong with/cruising women at the union. He’s definately my only rival in the deviancy stakes. And the only one i’ve got my knickers off for in the girls toilets at the union…. In the name of art. No, seriously. Musical pace-maker. Introduced me to Mogwai, bent, lamb, and a whole bunch of others.

Dannii: Hmmm. Hatched from a kinder egg in the early 80′s. Gorgeous. Kicked mine (and Colin’s) ass at the roses. The first one I clicked with. The first one I got slaughtered with. The only one I nearly got run over with. Has the same bizarre sense of humour as me, although far less vile. The one I go to when the world sucks eggs. Filthy Geordie. T In the Park tent-mate, with a style all of her own. Will listen to heated conversation for 20 mins, say something, walk away, and leave everyone *agog*.

Ross: Nike Air Jerusalem. The one who jumped down a flight of 20 concrete stairs because he thought it would be funny, and then walked to college with a broken ankle. Legend. Tai Kwon Do ass-kicker. Annoyingly hard working and concientious. The one who won’t lend me his mountain bike. Cunt. Looks at his best with a beard. Models himself on edge from U2. The one who nailed that scandinavian bird. Again, cunt

Leo: ‘where the fuck did you get that haircut?’ Haaa ha. Stockbridge boy who went to Telford with me. The milkybar kid. My flatmate. Great cook. Mac guru. Weirdo F1 fan. Used to go out with a vampire called Jenny. Now deceased. Go buffy. The only other one known to mutter ‘wouldn’t fucking happen in Edinburgh’. Quiet, but astonishingly witty. We’re kinda thinking about moving back next year, when he gets a job with Navy Blue and I start in Starbucks.

Johanna Nuoloja: [new-oh-lee-oh-yah] The Scandinavian bird. The only one who looks like a supermodel in all the dirty photos we’ve taken in sweaty clubs. Remember the chicks from the Metz ads. Yes. Totally lovely. The one responsible for Salmiak vodka drinking. The mum.

Jessie Zhang: Fed me deep fried goldfish in honey. Yukky. Another genius. Total group pacemaker.

These are them. Selection of bizarre Alcohol soaked photos to be uploaded to pixelcase, pending approval from Mr. Bell.