Alter-Egos

Alors, 

When I was thinking to myself today, "I'm in the mood to do a blog post", I did the usual thing of thinking of something in the last week that has stuck out to me as important. However, this last week has been a blur and to be honest the last thing I remember is thinking to myself today "I'm in the mood to do a blog post". So, instead of creating a deep, witty blog post, I decided to paste a photo of people's heads onto the bodies of more famous alter egos of those people. Enjoy my creations. I call the collection "Splicey Times" 

I call this creation "Starshites by Nicki Bartholomew". It is an expressionist piece depicting a friend's desire to be a black rapper. Perhaps indicating man's desire to be cooler than it actually is?

 "My Heart Will Go On" 

"Danger Days, True Lives of Fabulous Retards" 

"Winnie the Dave" 

BYE

Oh, it's been a while...

So, Wednesday has been and gone and then been again, and then fricked off again. That's a bit awkward. So this is a walrus, created on a Saturday - I called it Jack-Dawson-From-Titanic-Alrus, for your reading pleasure.
Also, while I have your obvious undivided attention, there are some matters that have recently arisen which must be addressed. One of these is a specific advert. It's an advert which you may have come into contact with, and you will know if you have, for a Magnum Infinity. In this particular advert, a woman, who is wearing wayy too bright a dress, eats the Magnum and then it just reappears. This has to be false advertising? My poor cognitively challenged sister spent a good period of time searching YouTube and Google to see 'how it grows back'. There must be others in this world who will be utterly disappointed when they buy their Magnum Infinity and then realise that actually, it is just an ice cream. There are no magical powers. God is not making his presence known through the medium of this particular ice cream. Obviously on the basis of this advert I am likely to never purchase a Magnum again, and rest assured, a strongly worded email has been sent. This. Is. Not. Chill. (Lol - puns ftw). Little mini-rant over. Enjoy

The Caravan Times

Oh Hai. I'm in my caravan. Why? I hear you ask through the continuums of time and internet as by the time you are probably reading this i will have hopefully been let into my home. I am in my caravan because karma my friends, does not exist. It's the first day of the Easter holidays, and yet I still found myself at school for the English Language revision times. I know. I'm such a devoted student, it's almost like i want to succeed in the future. However, I soon discover that due to my dedication to my studies, I have in fact left my house without a key. So now I sit, bored of practice English Language papers because my educational awesomeness can only go so far, in my caravan in my front drive with a warm can of 55p Dr Pepper and a netbook that is only just picking up the wifi from my house.

I was just about to wrap up this post when a drunk guy walked down the alley next to my house. It was funneh.

Aaaaaaannnyyway, this is my predicament at this time of writing. Just thought i should let you guys know in case you wondered to yourself 'huh, I wonder what Tabs was doing at 5:00 this evening'. This is your answer.

BYE