Some Stuff About Gravel

Yaaaay! Car racing in the rain!

More fun than a busload of monkeys in a nunnery.
It was even fun when it stopped raining and the sun came out and burnt us all the colour of a mandrill's arse.

Meet Mike.
Mike, his long suffering 'care attendants' Sharon and Bethany, together with Mattboy, Josh and Dive, beamed down to Snetterton motor racing circuit in Norfolk for some boffo juvenile fun at the British Touring Car Championships weekender. Here's some pics:

… and here's another one …

All hail Josh, King of Blag.

If there are goodies to be had (today it was hats), it's always best to procure a child to grab them for you. A Dickensian "cheeky scamp" such as Josh, ensures a maximum blag-bag.
Should you not have a child to hand, they can occasionally be borrowed, but are more easily lured away from a parent or guardian with cigarettes, nylons or pornography.


Mike's the closest thing to a sane person I know … but only if he's standing really close to a sane person.
He's the inventor of the game Travel Gravel, which consists of a small box of gravel you carry in your pocket and can take out and play with whenever you want. Keep a box in the car for when the kids get bored. Hours of fun!
Mike is a long term inmate of the Small Glass Planet. An ace comic book artist and 3D CAD monkey, he is rightly obsessed with trash culture, Carry-On movies and Gojira. One day I'll persuade him to start his own blog. Be warned …

Now sit up and listen. Here's your homework:

Today's phrase you must use in your next telephone conversation: You are to wait for a lull, then say quickly and quietly, "I am being held against my will", before carrying on as if nothing had happened.

Today's track to track down: Prayer to God by Shellac. The best song about breaking up ever. PARENTAL ADVISORY: Hey, kids! If your parents are ignorant, intolerant fuckwits, I'd advise that you listen to this one on headphones.

Today's reading assignment: Love and Rockets. All of 'em. It'll cost you a few hundred pounds to buy them but you'll thank me for it.

Today's fact: Before crossing the road in Norway, you must rub yourself against the nearest building.