Over

Well, it's a bit late but I've left Leeds and am now residing in Blackpool once more. However, due to an internet connection as fragile as a porcelain flower in a cattle show, I am forced to relocate to my parents frankly monolithic computer. The keyboard is made from solid granite and each letter takes a good ten minutes to press. This post therefore, has taken some serious effort.

Big Brother 6 eh?

Derek: Posh posh posh bitch Maggie Thatcher darling posh moan
Maxwell: Potatoe off the hook slapper jog off mate potatoe potatoe
Saskia: I'm not racist but ahhahahahahha oh Maxwell is so funny don't fancy him you're so great Maxwell

I think there are a few others still left in aswell.

As I'm on this piece of fossilised shite, I am cut off from my vast archive of pictures. However, I did manage to find one picture taken just after I left Ebberston terrace: