royal butthead


The Royal Wedding of Face from the A-TEAM and Butthead. 

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Brum thieves


Brum thieving little shits. 

Greyfriers Bobby


Much like the heavily anithsatised lady I have also read the tale of Greyfriers Bobby.  A dog  who after his owner died stayed by his gravestone for the rest of his life.  Loyal? Or just stupid?  Stupid.  

David Lurch


The back of this said it was for a David Lynch film. You might know it, I don't, I might of seen it though, I'm deceptively ill read and a reckless rememberer. No matter world, no matter.


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canada fallen



I like the juxapotion of  NiAgArA FaLLS !  with all it's rugged bursting energy against  a uniform, trimmed, composed canada.  Canada:  A place to look at the wild sat safety in a sedan circling suburbia.  Or not? I never been, so I'm fucked if I know, though the picture however dated, suggests this is a categoric, unarguable fact.

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Seal Collins



Phil Collins?

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dog banana


The Dog-banana of Liverpool, every city needs a mammal grafted to a fruit.

mission


Mission.

black pools cat food


The cat's expressions make me feel their luck has run out 
and they'll end up in a Blackpool.

Rogers show


I do good shows.

caves swans


  I wanna go to Swansea, this is mental.

camp crap


Why aren't tents shaped like houses no more and why aren't pubs 
vomited with weird crap like this glory hole?

semi war


When you've got a moat of liquid silver and a mother fucking semi detached, it's war. 

SQUARE postbox


In the 80's they redesigned the postbox. Hmm.

airport loves


Why travel away from such fantasies















bridge trumps


So many uninteresting facts. Bridge postcards are like having a really shitty top trump card, for bridges. No one will beat you, no one wants to, because no one cares.

dog's view


The dog's thoughts are probably; a nice place to shit, eat some old chips there, have a paddle and a piss in that and sniff some ass on the shoreline. Oh and what the fuck have I got on my head.

scribble dribble


Unless they fall into that indescriminate scribble, gee I hope those fictional illustrations are aware of their actions, you can't just drink squiggles and lines without understanding the red textual statements that might be placed next to you. I hope they've got one hell of a below average overly punctuated amendment.

Mega-jesus


Mega-jesus

immense


Immense

bigger


Now look, look into my soul, you hear it, it's saying, don't eat things that have no eyes.  Now where's the bog?

old ass




C'mon kids, it's the Old Ass Religious Ruins Game, 10 points for the first person to spot the Old Ass Religious Ruin that's not a Old Ass Religious Ruin. Clue is it's not the wall and it looks like it was built after Jesus died. 

balls caught


Ouch.

carlton



Doesn't quite live upto the flashy name does it?  Unless it was envisaging a future where American TV created a popular show that cast a small, pokey character called Carlton that played second fiddle to the much larger character of Will.  The prospect of then ferrying people into Charlton's back entrance to be accommodated would therefore be a dive into the unknown, not as it appears to be here, just a dive.

seamen


Seamen.

death grip


Maybe after all this, I could get to know this lovely handsome press photographer. What's this? Arghh.  
A death grip!

what in shit


 "What the fucks he doing to my shoulders now?!  Just, just keep gritting those teeth through the WORST MASSAGE OF MY LIFE. What the blue bloody cock have I just done?" 


beastie boy



Something bloody significant must have happened between the house and the garage?  Judging by the wing tipped ford thunder-bird, it's undoubtably unsupervised teenage experimentation with household pets, at least one of which was a parakeet.  

view




Just Wondrous











opium marbles


  "Look Barry, a void hole in space and time where all matter is one and all sense of being is protracted into experiences devoid of any linear narrative? Or is it a big marble seemingly perpetuated in air due to our excepted yet insatiable opium habit?  
Do we have a daughter?"