15 + 18 points
Dead Shoe Revival by MonkeyBoy Dan
July 19th, 2009 10:14 AM / Location: 53.427374,-2.224436
COMMENCE ARTIFICATION PROTOCOLS!
I think my feet or more accurately, what my feet produce, could be evidence that I am a mutant. I believe that some of the sweat making genes got mixed up with their gastro-intestinal digestive equivalents with the result that my feet eat shoes. The latest victims of this evolutionary quirk are a pair of brown Lacostes that you may have seen in Colouring [The first four pics below document their lamentable fate]. I resolved that their sacrifice would not be in vain and they would rise again in the pursuit of art (and points)
The fabulous Fred Aldous* art and craft supplies shop was having a sale so I went to see what I could pick up for spare change to artify frugally. For two of the good Queen's pounds and four bad pennies I got three sheets of gold (effect) foil outline stickers and a pack of genuine imitation peacock tail-feathers [pic 5]. Bargain!
In due course the fallen footwear was beautified [six through eleven] but I felt something was missing ...... SOCK BEAGLES!
The next challenge was to find a suitable location to display my rarified (re)creations. Where would their aesthetic value be properly appreciated?
This third annual day/night shindig organised by my good friend Laith (possibly manchester's only Welsh/Lybian hybrid) was in need of a sign to direct funseekers to the right house as it's had a bit of a makeover recently. The front door and garage door are black where once they were a tasteful bitish racing green and the ivy that covered nearly all the front wall has been slaughtered mercilessly. The beagles felt this was a task suitable to their noble station.
Check the rest of the pics and vids below for some highlights of this delightful day. You will notice that as time goes on my documentation gets worse and worse. I turned up at about 2pm to help decorate and get the BBQ going. Drinking commenced. The first act didn't start until 6pm. Drinking continued. Need I say more?
The acts:-
Takahashi's Shellfish Concern
Skamel
Black Jack Barnet
The Lone Taxidermist failed to show - Shame on you Natalie Sharp GRRRR!
UPDATE MADNESS!
I was round Laith's before the Fuel pub quiz on Tuesday and they were still there, a little soggy perhaps, what with The Rain and all - but still there.
I think my feet or more accurately, what my feet produce, could be evidence that I am a mutant. I believe that some of the sweat making genes got mixed up with their gastro-intestinal digestive equivalents with the result that my feet eat shoes. The latest victims of this evolutionary quirk are a pair of brown Lacostes that you may have seen in Colouring [The first four pics below document their lamentable fate]. I resolved that their sacrifice would not be in vain and they would rise again in the pursuit of art (and points)
The fabulous Fred Aldous* art and craft supplies shop was having a sale so I went to see what I could pick up for spare change to artify frugally. For two of the good Queen's pounds and four bad pennies I got three sheets of gold (effect) foil outline stickers and a pack of genuine imitation peacock tail-feathers [pic 5]. Bargain!
In due course the fallen footwear was beautified [six through eleven] but I felt something was missing ...... SOCK BEAGLES!
The next challenge was to find a suitable location to display my rarified (re)creations. Where would their aesthetic value be properly appreciated?
COTTONFEST 2009
of course.This third annual day/night shindig organised by my good friend Laith (possibly manchester's only Welsh/Lybian hybrid) was in need of a sign to direct funseekers to the right house as it's had a bit of a makeover recently. The front door and garage door are black where once they were a tasteful bitish racing green and the ivy that covered nearly all the front wall has been slaughtered mercilessly. The beagles felt this was a task suitable to their noble station.
Check the rest of the pics and vids below for some highlights of this delightful day. You will notice that as time goes on my documentation gets worse and worse. I turned up at about 2pm to help decorate and get the BBQ going. Drinking commenced. The first act didn't start until 6pm. Drinking continued. Need I say more?
The acts:-
Takahashi's Shellfish Concern
Skamel
Black Jack Barnet
The Lone Taxidermist failed to show - Shame on you Natalie Sharp GRRRR!
UPDATE MADNESS!
I was round Laith's before the Fuel pub quiz on Tuesday and they were still there, a little soggy perhaps, what with The Rain and all - but still there.
