Out of my swede from the whiff of Emmerson's feet. This is me in my non-posey Goth look. Bet no-one wants to write to me anymore now.... :(
My house. And you wonder why I still live at home? :)
My office. Yep, its a tip. I like it that way and any bugger that tries to tidy it up gets whacked.
My room. In its clean state. Minus me. I am (obviously) not wearing trousers while taking this picture. ;)
My brother doing a passable impression of Jabba The Hutt while watching Geraldo. I sometimes wonder if we share any genes at all.
70's night at Starsky and hutch in London! "Oh yeah its ladies night..."