Dreadful Nonsense

Now, all you mother lovers out there. This is the start of the new phase of this blog, in which I actually post some stuff about things and that, and there isn't about a year-long pause in between posts because I no longer have exams to worry about, and the evenings are drawing in, and I've got a little bit more time on my hands, and I can't think of anything better to do right now. And making wild promises that there is no way I can possibly even begin to keep makes me laugh to myself, and when I'm laughing to myself, I'm not buying comic books graphic novels on the internet with money that's supposed to be used to pay the rent. And those days? Those are the good days.

The heading for this post comes from a song sung by Bosco (and you have NO IDEA how pleased I am that he has a Wiki entry. I've just spent the last 10 minutes telling He Who Only... about Bosco. He looked confused). I don't remember the rest of the song, although I seem to think that the line following the above one is "This is where I eat potatoes, beans and rice", which may or may not be the actual next line.

This is what it's like to be in my head, ladies and gents.

Anyway. Today and tomorrow, and possibly the day after, I'm going to be showing you things that I like in my flat. This is a follow up to a post that I put up a couple of months ago, and Little Sister Louise rightly and immediately pointed out something that was missing, so that will be the first thing featured today:



This is a picture of my dog Bobby and Little Sister Edel's dog Kesh running on the beach. This picture was taken by Little Sister Louise and I had it blown up poster sized because it's the best picture that was ever taken (besides some of the ones I've taken. Some of them are pretty great). It's not in a frame only because we're not allowed to put nails or picture hooks in the walls of our Nest'O'Love - the plaster is too delicate and just crumbles away. But the moment I live somewhere where I'm allowed to bang holes wherever I like, this poster is getting the frame it deserves.



This is the newest piece of Prole Art that I have installed in the flat - it's the Gilbert and George piece given away to all Guardian readers pretentious enough to want to find a colour printer to print it off from, and then blue tack the nine different pieces of it together. I love it. I think it's really great, and I think it looks tremendous where it is. I'm not convinced He Who Only... likes it at all, even though he says he does, but he's one of those boys that has taken the decision never to have an opinion on any interior decoration, in case in the future he's forced to take an active interest in Ikea purchases.


Finally, 10,000 geek points to anyone who recognised this poster immediately as coming from Series One of Simon Pegg vehicle Spaced. That's right, I've got one of only six posters printed for the episode which featured zombies and the art show with David Walliams. I am best than all of you. Look at me there, using my camera phone like it's a real camera, and wearing my Bell X1 t-shirt. Look at me. You wish Simon Pegg had signed the back of the poster and given it to you, don't you? You really do wish that. But yah boo sucks to you all, that's my poster, and not yours. Ha.

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