Wednesday, March 26, 2014
£0.47
Certain products otherwise considered a waste product of the food industry are remarketed as budget bargains, making this some expensive shit.

£0.47

Certain products otherwise considered a waste product of the food industry are remarketed as budget bargains, making this some expensive shit.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

ivebeenloki-d:

Brighton Pavillion.

I never saw Larry, though. :(

…many more domes.

petticoat-tales:

Brighton pavillion (Taken with instagram)

Not enough of these, the world needs more domes.

petticoat-tales:

Brighton pavillion (Taken with instagram)

Not enough of these, the world needs more domes.

This, hopefully, will be a recurring topic as you set out to adopt a patch of disused land. Unashamedly visible from street level and the blinkered commuter you vow to plant vegetables, herbs and flowers.
Where does your food come from? The supermarket. In plastic packaging that will still be present long after you are gone.
You stare outside from your bedroom window and see how much land is lost to urbanisation,  a city of tarmac and paving slabs. Fields of grey and streams of traffic.
A better world, more vibrant and lush lies just beneath the surface.

This, hopefully, will be a recurring topic as you set out to adopt a patch of disused land. Unashamedly visible from street level and the blinkered commuter you vow to plant vegetables, herbs and flowers.

Where does your food come from? The supermarket. In plastic packaging that will still be present long after you are gone.

You stare outside from your bedroom window and see how much land is lost to urbanisation,  a city of tarmac and paving slabs. Fields of grey and streams of traffic.

A better world, more vibrant and lush lies just beneath the surface.

He dwells in the top floor of a tenement apartment in a city known for it’s parks but not its gardens. Allotments have their waiting lists, land-shares are long over subscribed, window boxes just don’t cut the mustard. What then can a green fingered urbanite do?
Revolt! Jump the barriers separating humanity from nature, rail against the railings with their oppressive fencing and seek out that basic right to cultivate the soil from which we come and to which we shall all return.

He dwells in the top floor of a tenement apartment in a city known for it’s parks but not its gardens. Allotments have their waiting lists, land-shares are long over subscribed, window boxes just don’t cut the mustard. What then can a green fingered urbanite do?

Revolt! Jump the barriers separating humanity from nature, rail against the railings with their oppressive fencing and seek out that basic right to cultivate the soil from which we come and to which we shall all return.

The scariest entrance of a benign character, EVA!

The scariest entrance of a benign character, EVA!

nevver:

Yes x 4

Were these the good old days?

nevver:

Yes x 4

Were these the good old days?

Even a dog wouldn’t piss against this bollard.

Even a dog wouldn’t piss against this bollard.

(Source: saccrilegious)

Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Do not be deceived by their refined attire, these pair form a cornerstone of British televised gastro-porn.
At their behest Javro shrugged the convenient supermarket for the local butchers and came away with meat double the price. But perhaps that’s what meat should cost? An animal was sacrificed for his satisfaction, surely that’s a luxury worth paying for?
But he’s poor! £12 per kilo for lamb, LAMB! A fortune wrapped up in sheep’s clothing.
The proof shall be in the pie. Lamb, ale and liver with chestnut mushrooms.

Do not be deceived by their refined attire, these pair form a cornerstone of British televised gastro-porn.

At their behest Javro shrugged the convenient supermarket for the local butchers and came away with meat double the price. But perhaps that’s what meat should cost? An animal was sacrificed for his satisfaction, surely that’s a luxury worth paying for?

But he’s poor! £12 per kilo for lamb, LAMB! A fortune wrapped up in sheep’s clothing.

The proof shall be in the pie. Lamb, ale and liver with chestnut mushrooms.

Thus begins Javro’s very own SETI project; a crazed beacon calling all those chic freaks who see a normal person walking down the street and so cross to the other side.