Steve Messer – Boobs & weed.
Boobs and weed! Nothing makes a better combination; PB + J….nurrr, sun & sand….nurrr, Pam & Jim…well yeah they’re pretty good but they’re also fictional – boobs and weed are king. (Oh and food, drink, TV, console, sofa & people are pretty important.) Steve Messer takes photos of that combination of treats, as well as a few other things that you can see below. When Steve was a wee three years old a bee flew in to his ear and stung him. The wax preserved the bee, and Steve is pretty sure it’s soul seeped in to him a quite a while ago.
For my first shift as a chef at a mate’s restaurant I got paid in this ‘dam-grade home-grown.
This is the heroin/crack/meth epicentre of bath. They have other stuff, but so does everyone else.
I’d never been to Butlins before, but after this trip I’d definitely go again.
Before we saw Flying Lotus in Bristol, which was after the most blazed train ride ever.
And going cheap
I was staying with Slugabed in Brighton – we had a massive fire on the beach, then we buried the fire and made our own hot stone spa, which smelled of barbecue sauce.
I wish piers were mechanical and could walk out into the sea.
I see that face a lot.
An ancestor of mine found his wife in bed with another man so he knifed that guy to death (he was a butcher), and got send to Australia. He then jumped off the boat and ran around making children. There are a lot of people in Australia directly related to me.
I think my girlfriend has the best bellybutton I’ve ever seen.