a precursor

i had an incredibly classy weekend.

i went to sexpo; i watched the footy in a pub one rodent away from a health code violation*; i got asked "how much for both of youse?" while smoking a fag with a friend outside her kings cross residence; i discussed vibrators over brekkie in a crammed cafe; and i watched what can only be described as soft lez porn with a friend while her boyfriend lay sleeping upstairs.

good times. good fucking times i tells ya.

i will be posting soon about my adventures at sexpo, which i attended with this hilarious woman and this poor, misguided boy. however there are just so many fond memories to share that miss jess and i are having trouble tearing ourselves away from all our new sex toys organising our thoughts into a coherent and insightful review of the day.

so until then, please enjoy the pictures below. i feel they aptly portray the majority of the sexpo clientele. i have been meaning to post these pics for months, accompanied by some sort of witty and amusing tale about hillbillies and their crazy ways. but, well, in all honesty i have not been able to come up with any tale to accompany them at all, let alone a witty and amusing one.

so just look, laugh, and leave me to my vibrator misery.





*and i loved it. i really did. noone is more shocked by this than me. noone is happier about it than cotton. and as of yesterday, tuppence and i are officially freo supporters. go the dockers! GO WOLFMAN!