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A collection of photos and ponderings of the everyday happenings that happened to happen when I descended upon my favourite Norwegian one toasty summer. Well some winter too but mostly […]

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The Emperor’s New Clothes or New Flickr: Downgraded and Dumbed Down

June 9, 2013by Flush Gorden 4 Comments

I’ve dusted off this old blog and blown away the cobwebs and spruced it up a smidge so I could have a little grumble. Now are you sitting comfortably? Then […]

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I’m late this should have been done ages ago

September 15, 2010by Flush Gorden Leave a comment

i’m late this should have been done ages ago Originally uploaded by flush gorden Now I will admit that a project based around the humble post box may seem somewhat eccentric […]

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I've a feeling I've done this before but I do like my haggis fresh in the morning.

This stuff always reminds me of the opening scene in Scream because it's what Drew Barrymore is making during the "What's your favourite scary movie?" part. So what is your favourite scary movie? I know at least one person who'll say Scream.

It seems appropriate that the first song playing while waiting for the bus was "Blue Sky" by Aha.

I made all of these. And the t-shirts they're wearing. My t-shirts they're wearing. They shouldn't even be here. These things were disposed of in a thoroughly humane way head first down the bog. Of course it was humane. Perhaps not the first but I remembered to flush it first for the next one. Just to be sure though.....come closer I don't want them to hear....but you can see them too can't you? I'm not just imagining them? I don't want to be having one of those "We all represent a different part of you" moments. Anyway if it was there would only be one and it would be tiny. I am not that complicated. I'm like a jigsaw with one part. No, no, these things are nothing so existential. Oh no...all this rain...and then the sun...and my forgetting to clean up after myself. This is what happens when you leave bits just lying about to go all fungusy. Eventually the spores, moulds and fungus start to get bigger. Gaaawd why couldn't it have just been penicillin. Fine. They can stay but I'm not walking or feeding them.

I was laying in bed last night dwelling on the events of the day and all the things that could have been done or said differently to a point where entire scenarios with a cast of characters with their own theme music has taken their places and were ready to perform. I will admit that is not entirely true, I fell asleep before the musical score was settled. It did however make me understand why people drop large chunks of personal personalness upon the social mediagrams. There is this little ball of anxiety demon taking up residence in your chest and you want to exorcise it through a verbal vomit all over the public arena. i didn't. I fell asleep. So yes, I am starting to get the feeling that I currently have one fake mood that covers up the anxiety that seems to hang around for a lot longer than I'd like it too. Although even that might not be true. I say one mood but I could well be sitting here talking in a muffled voice because it's all coming out of my arse and really I'm just like everyone else while trying to appear more interesting. I could be interesting. I've got a penguin on my top. I thought it would keep me cool through the summer.

I went to see my brother for his birthday and whole I was there I raided his dvd collection. I also think his dog has melted.

I can see a skydiving gnome in these clouds. I'm sure that means something. Or nothing. Possibly a bit of both. But realistically neither of each. Maybe it means I have a gnome fetish. It's the impressive tackle and rods no doubt.

It's morning. A bit too morning for a day off but the body had become a slave to routine and the rest of us aren't happy with it. It's as though it's taking revenge for the my hitting the bar this week. I say bar but it was a salad bar and while you may think "oooh how healthy" I did mostly aim for the pasta and coleslaw so let us now presume that I managed to defile what is meant to be an altar of healthiness. I feel that in the last few years I have become more aware of the shape of my body. I always was but it was the shape of a troll goblin with occasional days of delusion where I assumed it was person shaped. Then it because smaller. Old clothes fitted again. I'm sure I've said all this before but on occasion I feel like I have to point out that I don't do this out of a sense of narcissism but curiosity. The scales can't be trusted and looking down in the shower gives the wrong perspective. And when you're always bouncing between mild bouts of depression and anxiety it's nice to give yourself a little boost. So....to the camera. And fuuuuuuuu....rrrrr goodness sake. I think I might have melted since last time. And to think I shampoo'd and conditioned my pubes for this. Don't look at me like that. It's not weird. You're weird. I was doing my beard and thought....yeah why not. It's still better than it was and my jeans still fit and I'm still pretty and my head is the right shape for a baldy. This is further proof that salad is bad for you. I'm going back to pies.

Normally I'd wait until Dunfermline Comic Con to buy more of @janinevanmooselart artwork but I couldn't resist these ones.

My Mum said my Dad keeps putting her shampoo in the bath because he's run out of bubble bath. So I go him something for his many hours of luxuriating in the tub.

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I saw the Wonder Woman…nae spoliers
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