This is my friend Dom having a sit down on the way to Antwerp using the power of legs alone. Cycling times!
This is me having a sit down on the 1st march 2012 at my nan’s bungalow in catfield Norfolk. It’s a beautiful day and the sun is shining directly on my newly dyed red hair. I finished book 4 of a song of ice and fire and am reading kurt Vonnegut while I wait for book 5 to come out in paperback. It’s absolutely lovely here and so quiet. It’s nice to have a break from trains and the same 4 walls of my house in London. Peaceful times!
Well we’ve reached so high and we’ve come so far, and we’ve looked each day and night in the eye, but we’re still so young and we hope for more. NEVER FORGET WHERE YOU’RE COMING FROM, NEVER FORGET THAT IT’S ALL REAL, SOMEDAY SOON THIS WILL ALL BE SOMEONE ELSE’E DREAM!
Okay so I may have stopped half way through a job application to one, sing along to take that, two take a picture of myself getting a bit too involved in take that and three, post it on Tumblr.
Regardless, this is me having a sit down listening to take that’s Never Forget while filling in my profile for an online job agency. I may use this picture for the profile, I may not.
This is my friend Matt having a sit down while editing his film Gangsters Guns and Zombies. It looks to me like he’s terrified of either the zombies on the screen or more than likely the cat that’s staring at him with hatred in her eyes. Scary times!
This mother fucker wouldn’t give me any wine. What a bate! Having a sit down in Base Court. No wine times!
This is my housemate Lisa having a sit down on a lovely cushion in what can only be described as a play room in Hampton Court Palace. There was a smallish room at the back of this one with a painting of a toilet/privy on the wall to show us what it would have looked like at the time. By all accounts toilets were a lot more comfy back in the day. Toilet times!
Having a sit down in a room in the palace where important decisions would be made. Although you can’t see it, I’m sitting in the billy big bollocks chair. My housemate took a photo of me in the chair but I looked unbelievably fat, not unlike Henry VIII so I deleted it. Fat times!
