Oh Laura.

I'm forever grateful for my endless supply of fans. If it wasn’t for my fans I would have animated my way through yet another day without updating my otherwise forgotten corner of the Internet. Here's for you Laura, my no1 fan (and no, I don’t mean the kind of fan that hangs from a ceiling. And blows air. You're so much more than that!)

Yeah so once again I fail with the updates. But you see soo much has happened in the last couple weeks! I did promise the frequent build up for Cake Wars but now Oli's off on a one month undeserved (and not to mention UNPAID. There. In yo face! Snap!) vacation it will just have to wait. Excuses excuses. To follow this brief but colourful revisit of the Heads will be a massive one that perhaps serve as a part of an explanation towards why I’ve been too busy to update. Yes some of you might know what I'm talking about. The oh so splendid, gorgeous, wonderful and adventurous MARIO PARTY-hen night dedicated to our favourite princess Anne "Peach" Parkkali.

But now:

HEADS. IN. BAGS.

 

 Bag-rape. Never gets old.

So I drew him a picture to explain what this is about. I guess he's just to primitive for pictures. Cognitive Behavioral Therapy by using strong violence and starvation? Might work... just might work. 

Everyone loves Frida. Man in pants LOVES Frida. I'm not sure he loves Johannes.

I know they're not edited "and all that jaaaaeessch", like the jazz-lady would have put it, but it will just have to do for now. The raw unflattering truth of my camera.

The return of the Heads

Yeah I know, I deliver. With "besked".
Do I have to say it? No. Maybe not. I don't have to tell you where we ended up on Friday. So I'm not going to. On Saturday however I dressed up in my finest geeky glasses to bring stolen goods (you know its flowers) and rum for lovely Elaine’s birthday drinks. I think I left at some point and got replaced by some drunken misbehaving impostor. Most unfortunate. I don't know why that always seem to happen when Anne brings her black vodka and we decide to drink it all straight up in 10 minutes.

BioWare, what a bunch of retards eh?

They got it wrong. SO wrong. Do I have to explain this again? JE-SUS.

Logic

The following conversation took place on a southwest train service from London Waterloo to Guilford between the two awesome personas of Robert Tatnell (more known as the infamous sparkly-FX-man on Fable 3, Mistaaah Spaahkoooh) and Maddy (who also goes under the name of Sir Cakealot, van der Posht, and occasionally just Madeleine).


Maddy - Maria is going to China soon... God. China!! You know, I AM going to visit her. I just have to. I saw pictures of her flat and it really looks amazing... And I checked out tickets, not too expensive if you book in advance.
Rob - Yeah? I thought her flat would be super small considering the amount of people in Shanghai.
Maddy - No it’s huge! I mean its got a dining room. A DINING room.
Rob - Meeeh!
Maddy - You should come with me. I'm going for a week and she'll be working during daytime....
Rob - Meeeh.
Maddy - I can't run around in Shanghai all alone!!! Or I can, but you know.... it would be so much fun if you'd come too!
Rob - Meeeeh... meeh. Need to save up money now I'm... FTE... *sincere look, rubbing it in*
Maddy - Yes yes but just THINK! You... me.... roaming the streets of China.... doing mischief...
Rob - Mischief. Like what?
Maddy - Well I don’t know... Maybe stealing things!!? Yeah, stealing things.
Rob - Meeeh, NOT sure stealing things is a good idea in communist China. Prison isn’t that great I heard...
Maddy - Oh. I don’t really steal things. I would never REALLY steal things. Except flowers. I only steal flowers, that’s about the only thing I've ever stolen, is flowers.
Rob - Ok, so we will run around Shanghai stealing flowers... but what do we do with them? Do we bring them back to England?
Maddy - Yes! ...yes.
Rob - I doubt you'd get them through security check on the airport...
Maddy - Maybe we could run from the guards?
Rob - ...We'd have to eat the flowers to get them through the security check I think...
Maddy - Yeah. Well run from the security guards and if they're starting to catch up we'll just eat the flowers. We'll go "..TRY STOP ME NOW MWOAHAHAAHA..." Because clearly they can’t stop us. We will get the flowers to England.
Rob - Yeah!
Andrzej - *silence*

Privileged

I am. I have the best friends in the world. Yes, tis a fact. They are creative, talented, kind, awesome, funny, beautiful people (and no Jowadi I'm not just talking about you). If I wasn't atheist I'd say I was blessed.
Maria is leaving the cold, grey and empty comfort of London and England for the colourful, crowded, spitting, elbowing country of CHINA! I am so happy and excited for her, but... that means she's leaving me! Oh dear. If the pain is unbearable I might have to go and bring her back. She drew me this amazing picture of me when working on her showreel. You see? My friends ARE the best. Thank you Maria, this made my day!

Oh and before I go, I must send out a warning to China. Be warned China, with Maria comes her friends and me and Mr. Sparkle (Chinese translation: Miiistaaaah Spaaahkooooh) are on our way.

Guildford life, in the fast lane

Saturday. The Legion. Yes. We actually managed to get drunk enough to think The Legion was a good idea. It doesn’t make any sense to me. It was a normal Saturday, started off by doing a couple of hours at work. Around six, as my mind slowly drifted away from animation curves and graphs to rum and music, Jowadi and I went by Tesco and bought the modest amount of Captain Morgan Rum we usually do. Only one bottle each. It's a sensible thing really as there are two of us. Sensible. Really it is! It must have been the others joining in later at ours. Yes. It's their fault. To be honest I kinda think its mostly Bryn and Aimee's fault as the cake hat always brings out the worst in people. Its like a curse.
I learned two things from last time we thought The Legion was a good idea. There is a queue, a long one considering its The Legion and not somewhere where people actually choose to go rather than simply ending up there because they're too drunk to know any better. Then I learned that The Legion is NOT the same thing as The Royal British Legion. Oli told me as much a couple weeks ago, but I just didn’t want to listen. Not that I knew what The Royal British Legion was anyway, but it had a better ring to it. At least this time I didn’t stand waving my arms to the sky screaming "Let's go! I want to join the Royal British Legion!!". And I did get a good collection of heads in my bag. DJs heads, bartenders heads, random peoples heads. Good times.

The "Bag Rape" pose. My new Fav.

See what I mean?