Ahhh, Grump LeHump!!! you see above? You see that tiny humanoid trapizing along with the giant humanoid? He was probably the happiest creature within a 3mile radius! I mean, I know it’s monday, which also means it’s godzilla feeding day, and we all know how we feel about that, …the bastard has no manners, but that don’t mean you have to walk around with the expression of a 12 year old male teenager that just got told Call of Duty 3 will now be a simulator where puppies have tea time with unicorns on a rainbow while shitting out magical candyfloss fairy dust! The mood was HOSTILE! It was easier taking pictures while giant balding dudes with an excessive amount of tribal tattoos flicked their middle finger at your face at hyper speeds (It means fuck off right?)
Anyway, apart from the Grumpalot roadming the streets today (see what I did there……ahem), I realised the suited and booted of London are the easiest people to shoot. Forget retaliation or an expression of pure rage, they just stand there and take it! Maybe it’s the long stressful working hours, but I like to think it’s the gangsta hat, death stare and loud bassical music blasting out of my head that makes people quake in the boooootses!
On a lighter note, this track by Mr Phaeleh (Fella) is on a cyclical march through my compooter machine
An album as stunning as seeing breasts for the first time!
