it seems fitting for me to write a french post… not one of recent adventures but one that took place last year, that i started, but never finished due to being screwed obver by a magazine who “wanted the photos” yeapp sound cheers mate! there are many reasons to why its taken me forever to get these up, if you are a media man/.woo-man then you will understand, the constant slew of whining bitches asking “put those pics up blah blah whine whine when are they going up” i take these motherfucking photos ill put them up when i like! it doesnt help, that if you take pics one weekend, dont sort through them, then take more the next weekend and it all builds up and you end up sitting behind a computer (in my case) getting livid at your shitty “was worse than you are actually told you are getting” BT broadband speeds uploading photos to 5 different pages because some old fart wants to be cool and not be on faceache. wait for your sweet ass photos, they will appear, even if its after a year.. crazy motherfucker called ice cube , could the real paul turner please stand up iwas too used to hucking flat and stuff.
anywayyyyyyyyyy donncccc, rant aside, last year i planned a trip to france as the weather here in blighty was at its worst ever and i had a ACL op booked in for july. for 500 quid each we hopped in two cars, waited for panting to tidy his room for the 5th time and have his 7th shower and headed off on a french adventure. people smiled, sauccison was eaten, rasta tobac was smoked, fingers were dislocated, bouncy castles were bounced, badminton was played, backs were fried under the hot southern french sunshine and memories i will never forget were captured in millions of pixels for your viewing pleasure…
without further adieu,
i give you;
“enchante putain beche la pelle.”