Want to
see one wall of our spare room? Of course you do, who wouldn't?
Here it is
-
It's a
work in progress, but I think it's coming along nicely. I feel that,
as my loyal readers, you should be shown around my flat, whether you
want to be or not. I also think it's a good idea to give you my
national insurance number, and my address so you can come round and
kill me while I sleep. I am nothing if not an idiot.
However, I
don't think anyone is clever enough to figure out my address from
seeing half of one wall, so I'll continue and take you through the
gallery so far.
The items
aren't numbered because I've had a hard day at work, stop judging me.
Anyway, I'm sure you can figure out for yourselves which bits are
which.
In no
particular order we have -
A Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtles movie poster from BIG! Magazine
A drawing
I did for the mister in lieu of a Christmas Card. It is a picture of
a unicorn eating some mashed potato, while Angela Rippon and MC
Hammer look on. In retrospect, maybe I shouldn't have placed Angela
Rippon there. It looks rude.
Some bad
advice from Mr T that the mister printed out years ago off some
website
A
newspaper article about Dangermouse
Two velvet
arts that I got from a discount shop in town – Sonic and Mario. I
did the Sonic one, the mister did the Mario one. Mine is superior.
Pencil
cases – see THIS ARTICLE for an explanation
A drawing
I did while I was really bored during some work training, of a
dyslexic MC Hammer
Another
TMNT movie poster
My festive
and welcoming Christmas sign. Was on the kitchen door, but we had to
move it when my sister in law and her kids came round
A Thomas
The Tank Engine poster I got for the Mister last Christmas
I bet you
are just that impressed,
aren't you? You wish you lived in my flat. Well you don't, so there.
Anyway, if you did live in my flat you'd have to know the rules to a
lot of obscure board games, and actually play said board games, and
also be happy to sit watching Price Drop instead of having a bath, and
no one wants that.
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