Groan, groan and thrice groan!crayon in the chapel
stan's assaults on everest have been limited to trying to throw things through double glazing
Today, I survived by foraging in the cafe in the Lloyd's building and having it paid for by my sister. I think I may now live off the land by seeking the bounty provided from a kettle and tea bag.
That might include quite a lot of artists.portrait of the artist as a fucking dipsomaniac
You lot are cruel.