It is said that one can judge a Gentleman by the company he keeps, as you can see in the well orchestrated picture above, The company I keep is no more than a bunch of degenerate disgraces.
Everyone knows that in Bristol, Sunday is the new Saturday. Traditionally sundays were reserved for Hang overs, Eastenders Ombibus and the Antiques roadshow. It is said-and this has been true since the dawn of time- that all Bristolians are alcoholics, thus naturally we have no comprehension of what this so called hang over is or feels like.
It's this sheer biological advantage that enables one to power on through. Sundays have become something of celebrational fare-well to the Weekend.
last sunday my familiars and I went bowling. Bowling is the original Dubstep. Its shit but everyone pretends to like it so what evs.
Being in Bristol, our bowling alley comes well equipped with a bar. Familiars, like Calum use sundays to drink himself sober. There is no other way.
In other news, Patrick dropped the B-bomb the other night. It's true, we're official, we're best friends. Though I'm just going along with it, It would be rude not to.
Patrick permitted us to cut his hair. Abbie and I are slowly changing everything about him. Unconditional love is so 9/11
Ben G has a puppy, it's all very cute I suppose and it's friendly but regardless of all that, it has the finest of coats. It reminded me of an article I read in last months Bizarre magazine about the Taxidermy artist Polly Morgan who invented Taxidermy surrealism. She receives donations from pet owners and vets which is great as it's a lot cheaper and far less evil than buying Dalmatian puppies from China. I'm not sure precisely how one approaches the Vets but it's definitely on my to-do list especially since Shar Pei is the new black.
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