Cheerleaders gone wild

I particularly like the one with the big paper circle.

Movies I am excited about: 9

Grindhouse is by Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez, so it will at least look achingly stylish and include lashings of ultra-violence.

Fuck it, give me Dreamgirls any day.

Ahem.

Biel's rack

Mr Diddy, I entirely concur.

London Underground

Sofie loves this shit. It's not suitable for work by the way.

Bellamy is a midget

Apparently Crouch isn't even jumping.

Gulp!

I'm just putting this up for Paulo's pleasure. Next time at Lucky Voice baby. Next time.

That would make a great coat.

I was going to write about how those pesky North Koreans wanted to learn these legendary bunny breeding techniques in order to feed their starving population. Instead I'll just leave you with a picture of my main man Robert the rabbit.

I want one.

Charmin'

My thoughts entirely.

My man monty

I've refrained from saying anything about the Ashes debacle yet, so I won't. Instead I'll show you my picture of me in my Monty Panesar mask. Poor Monty. Everybody just assumed I had gone to the mask party as a terrorist. What racial stereotyping. It's disgraceful.

Ooooooh!! Lights and strobes and glitter balls!!

Sometimes I do go raving as well. But I only go to places with loads of lights and lasers. And pounding, punding techno music. Obviously.

I've got a brand new combine harvester

So I went to cuntry this weekend. Yarr. We traipsed around, drank, checked out Blenheim, drank, attenpted orgies, failed and drank some more. I think I'm getting old before my time.

By the way, that's me in the background of the second picture, wearing the white boiler suit. Enjoy.