I remember a time when you could call a ‘spade’ a ‘spade’ and the KKK didn’t turn up…
Anyway, I digress… so, I do try to follow my own code of principles when out taking pictures and I do try to adhere (where possible) to my own internal ‘prime directive’ code of conduct which states clearly ‘whatever will be, will be’.
It’s my ‘Que sera f*ck it…’ kind of thing. Works for me anyway, minimum fuss, maximum quantity of f*cks not given also.
You’ll never take me alive, and if you do, I’ll only be wearing one sock.
So bite me…
So, to those I know, friends, family, strangers, facebook and online trolls the world over, if it’s your birthday now or at anytime in the next 365 days, congratulations. It can only mean one thing :
No one’s going to advertise for a vacancy whereby they require someone with a ‘bad sense of humour’ or ‘no sense of humour’ are they?
So, in no particular order, and for no particular reason, once upon a time, this happened :
Originally posted on The world according to fckdup athens.:
Finally… The story I’ve been dreaming of, the changing point in mankind’s perception of the universe, the concept that we are not alone… Life in outer space! “Aliens have hijacked a NASA spacecraft and are using it to try to contact earth, a UFO expert has…
Originally posted on E's a Dude & the Gang – Keeping it Real…:
If you’re like me, you’re one many people who similarly just can’t get enough of learning. However things were very different when I was younger. At school I was one of the class fools, always looking for a way to help…
To keep me sane and to allow me the chance to slowly integrate into my new home, I started writing.
Not because I’m a writer, I’m not, I consider myself as nothing more than a lunatic with a keyboard, but because I wanted to share some of the experiences that people like myself experience when they move abroad, I somehow found solace in expressing myself in anyway I could.
So, Top ten lists. Obviously I have to include my own otherwise this wouldn’t be a fair and impartial article and like too many other on-line wonders of modern literature, wouldn’t claim to be anything other than bordering on the absurd and leaning heavily towards the ridiculous.
So, WTF, people killing themselves for the hope of 72 virgins!?
Technically the equivalent of 72 blind dates. . .
Who the f*ck wants that nightmare!?
You’d think my blood has a best before date interwoven into it on a molecular level.