Shame City Space Cadet.
Poppy Yasmin McGee, could have been a star of the screen.
Quaker, tattooed, bit of a geek.
Crafty.
Sometimes I prefer Mario Kart to a wank.
Tessellation is my masturbation. Musical self harmer.
I feel like I’ve lived a thousand wretched lives before and I’m exhausted from ruining every one of them.
“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.”
I mentioned to Keatons management that my Christmas card got lost in the post and he has resent it. I know it’s somewhat late now but I’m still delighted with it!
(Source: salt-n-popperpot)
Seriously, my mum got me a beard for Christmas. <3
My Kishi Bashi snowflake came today <3
Real girls drink real ales
Good Elf
Toffee and light spice, malty and almost like pudding. Unf.
My mood is affecting the Christmas spirit I’m trying to convey in my cards…
Need to sketch quite a lot of Christmas cards in quite a little time…
My Christmas decorations aren’t really very traditional… My evening is consisting of feeling festive, eating olives, drinking ale and getting high. I’m pleased right now. Very pleased.
Also just ordered this amazing little Kishi Bashi Snowflex:
The first of an annual tradition for us at Joyful Noise: the Holiday Flexi Single! Featuring an original Christmas song from the one and only Kishi Bashi, “It’s Christmas, But It’s Not White Here In Our Town” is a lush beauty which will appeal to even those who normally loathe Christmas music. Like we do.
The release is limited to 1000 hand-numbered copies on white snowflake-shaped Flexi Discs. What is a Flexi Disc you ask? Well, it’s essentially a paper-thin vinyl record. A pretty obscure format, but playable on any standard turntable. And of course if you don’t have a turntable, it comes with an instant MP3 download.
All proceeds benefit Ear Candy Music Charity, who uses the funds to supply underfunded music education programs with refurbished musical instruments.
For a good cause too.
Tacky Yoda and Darth Vader slippers, these giant slippers are the kind my nan used to buy us every christmas. Giant rabbits you put for whole foot into the stomach of, massive pink glittered claws so thick you lost all sense of balance. If you survived getting down the stairs christmas morning in the festive pair of death shoes you won. You won life for another year. And of course the chance to fake delight to my lovely nan for said slippers. x
Some of me and family of fun, Great Aunty Iris and Great Uncle Malcolm, Me and Mumska and of course me and my massive plate of food before the fire ruined it!
Some of the awesome christmas themed graffiti in Norwich this year x
