Monday, 30 July 2007

Showreel 2007





Digital Storytelling

Eisteddfod Animation: Part1

Digital Storytelling: The Shredder

Monday, 23 July 2007

Pierced

So yeah, I've been wanting to get my lip pierced for a couple of years, but I couldn't becasue I was working at Tesco, and Tesco suck and won't let you have cool piercings. So now that I've quit, I went ahead and treated myself!



Thursday, 19 July 2007

The Graduate

Check my bad self: yesterday I graduated in BA Animation. I got a 2(i).

Tuesday, 10 July 2007

HARHARHAR

Go on this site, it r00lz!

Thursday, 5 July 2007

Don't Fuck With The Spetsnaz

Russian martial art: brutal.

Wednesday, 4 July 2007

Pub Shoe Salesman

Okay, so yesterday evening Kei and I went to catch the train, but obviously it was rush hour and the platform was packed. So, we headed to the pub for a drink to kill some time. While there, some random, scruffy scottish-sounding guy came up to our table and asked: "Whut size feet are ye? Eight?"
"Seven?" said I, because although I take sevens or eights, I could see that he had a plastic bag with trainers in, and wanted no part in whatever he was trying to foist upon me. In fact, for a few milliseconds I was afraid he was going to ask for my shoes. As it turned out, he apparently had these "brand new" Nike trainers, worth £120, but he was trying to sell them for 15 quid because he's got a "pregnant wife" to look after. Leaning over me, ginger whiskers brushing my face and trying to entice me into buying apparently legitimate expensive footwear for next to nothing, I attempted to explain that I was broke. This disturbing gentleman moved on to other patrons, continuing his quest to sell some shoes that he probably stole from someone's feet. The bar staff soon clicked, and began following him across the room, whereupon he left. I was able to enjoy my Newcastle Brown unmolested and quickly render this sketch upon the back of a steak menu.


Anyway, here are our cats doing what they do best: stupidity.