bye bye
to the defender. no more! end of an era. major upset. the new wagon is a disco! electric windows, leather seats, heated seats, sunroofs! everything, but its not defender. poor thing. miss it big time already. 🙁
anyway, apparently i havent updated for 3 days which is blatantly untrue so im still not gunna pay for that jacket pat.
these photos are last sundays, the good old times with the defender. 🙁
evans’ sunday best, www.alexevans.net = not the alex we know. its a better one.
itunes check- thin lizzy- jailbreak
alex winmill through the glass
the defender 🙁
next stop- 
after feeding the piggies :)- will getting into the defender 🙁
patrick best- condensation
friday night i had a small lolcanoe- bridport parties can turn the calmest people into angst dicks. good tiiiimes. read the funniest thing in a while on the shovelload site, aidans throwing up on a dog story. poor thing. looooooose!
the wheelbarrow- by charlie mclelland-
creeping through the woods, unaware, scared and wet, paranoid and guilty as Courtney Love, i was cautious but impulsive, my route through the dense leaves was a poor one. making a pass on the pheasants wasnt an easy task, their little heads arent quite as empty as you may think. they barked and wallowed at me with violent bird like gestures. passing them was like the scene in die hard 3 where bruce wears that racist sign. it was harsh. when i reached the trails, i felt safe, welcome and free. BANG said the shotgun shells above my head, shit! left my anus and into my pants. you could hear my teeth chattering for miles with horrific terror. i dived into the freshly dugout table top to deter stupid mtb’s, safe i thought i was, untill i was shot in the face by biggie smalls’ ghost. i though fuckkk sake, this sucks, so i pulled the wheelbarrow over myself. i was safe, out of harms way, no pheasants, and know guns.
the wheelbarrow- taken from charlie mclellands inspiring biography, available know at any good waggamammas.
surely this was worth the wait no?
one love. x