Alright bloggo's, this may be my last post before I leave for a real white christmas.

This is pretty etch-a-sketch, so scan through, and maybe you'll find a fiver on the floor. Alternatively you'll leave here in a brief flicker of time, not post any comments, and I'll continue to believe no-one reads this. Cunts.

First up, how sick-fuck pimp is this bit of machining! For those not in the bikes_are_cool crowd, it's just a bit of metal that stop you hitting your sprockets on rocks and such, but what machining. Pure sex.

Helena (whose are bigger, hers or Sarahs?), or Ms Byles as BBC Essex like to refer to her, is now famous.

"It most resembles a jumble sale really but without any money changing hands," organiser Helena Byles told edie.

"Put down to the basics we provide a location, usually parish hall, for people to bring things which they don't want anymore but that might be wanted by someone else.

"We do not collect stuff before, people bring it on the day and it gets divided into different categories; household, garden, toys, books etc and put in those areas by them or us.

"People are free to look around and take what they want the whole time."

* a shrug and a stifled yawn before continuing typing*. Yeah, so that's great, and you can find out more about our local superstar here





In more exciting news, here's an iconic photo of this period in our lives.



















And heres one that's only iconic to myself.






















and here's a photo of Matt in a busy pub 'playing it cool'. [rodney]













And Jo's house with lights. Gay
















And some non-ginge softcore.

'Tever, I'm off to the snow.