Oh God, it's getting too random even for me now...
Even I don't trust me any more...
OK...here goes..


My friend Rosangela loves my big drawers, no not the Marks and Spencer ones featured earlier, the kitchen ones...my kitchen...she loves my kitchen and asked me some weeks ago to redesign her kitchen for her and oversee the build...so I occasionally scribble on some graph paper and one day...anyway, here it is...
Alright alright, this is the 'before' picture, not the 'after' smartarse...


Well, you go out looking for a swimming pool, and you get offered this deal and that deal, and a free vomiting dolphin and free steps and someone offers you free lights and in the end you have to make a decision and what, really when you come down to it are you gonna actually base it on, I mean how much do you really know about hydrostatic pressure and breathers and filtration and pumps and bivalves and stuff...so in the end, at the end of the day...
OK I bought mine from Adriane.
We got on really well.
She's gorgeous.
Wouldn't you have??
And the pool?
The pool?
Fuck the pool...


Tree stumps.
OK.

They make 'em out of tree stumps.
Relevance?
What relevance?
One day a rains gonna come and wash all the scum off the streets...