Tankards, toby jugs, broken mugs (the handless the better) Old tot, old shops, old shop fronts, the way crack heads walk in camberwell, guinness, bar snacks, nuts and fat, putting s's on the end of supermarket names that don't have them, blaming dogs for things, sticking up for dogs, looking after number two, getting paid to eat breakfast and go to the toilet, fixing strangers watches for guinness, getting rid of nits, getting two haircuts in one week, one pound pizzas, chicken burgers, making peoplethrow up with soggy fag butts, blue plastic bags, pretending to be coming out of cryogenic stasis in the bath, chancing fate with the spiteful bit of a door frame (diagrams available upon request, yet only personal ones) stopping things from farting in church..
someone coughing up half an ounce of golden virginaia in the room next door for the mornings, a school kid playing RnB on a phone behind me on the train for afternoons, flatulance for post din dins, ealy evening is just the voices of the inner monolouge until alcohol quells them and it all goes BOOM BOOM BOOM till beddy byes.
The Great Escape, but my dads version, where steve mcqueen actually gets away
I don't have one on display but sometimes I watch jeremy kyle cos it makes me feel better about myself
Guns and Ganja- the secretlife of Bob Marley, they got it in camberwell library...didn't finish it though...
stoners and cleanlyness,