Sorry I've been a lazy trollop, not posting any art/journals/amusing film reviews in decades. I am a Fine Artist now and spend all my time painting my face, and pissing out of aeroplanes. Gradually turning into Tracey Emin.

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Anyway my Christmas was nice. Apart from the last episode of Robin Hood of course. My happy face watching, as Robin and Marian finally start getting married, it gradually turning to an expression of horror as GUY FRICKING STABS MARIAN AND SHE DIES IN ROBIN'S ARMS.

WHAT IS THIS BBC? THIS IS ROBIN HOOD! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR BATSHIT INSANE MIND?

We have Eastenders for giving us a miserable Christmas, why, why, why do you have to kill the best thing in that series and make lovely Guy a Marian-murderer?


DEAD

I would've been more surprised if Robin had died, and Guy and Marian had walked off into the sunset. Infact I pretty much hoped that. But NO. BBC had to bloody spoil it for everyone, didn't they.


MURDERING TWAT

But all is not lost. It could be an amazing plot-device and RH could wake up from a horrible nightmare. Or something.



Last week I dressed up as Robin Hood for an art project, I even drew on a little beard. I spent a whole week making a craptastic silent movie and running around the college like a fool, robbing from the supplies and giving to poor art students. It won me £25 english pounds. Huzzah.

And Tom's cat was on heat, we thought she was in labour and kept squeezing her.

Yes. I have a most interesting existance. Next month I'm off to France to see The Mona Lisa and try to find Mary Magdalene underneath the Louvre.

I may post some art on here this year.

GLORIOUS PEOPLE!