KLF Moment

A quick, stupid, possibly drunken post on a KLF moment. That being 3am eternal.

Just got back home after a good company do at ol' Iguana's. Great food, stuffed, and also filled with various types of liquor. The majority being a staple beer followed rapidly by Unicum and Tequila. Sensible amounts of water being squeezed in too.

Iguana's food was delicious as always. This time it came quick enough for me not to overdose on the jalapeno pepper poppers and spicy salsa.

On the way there it was a pretty cold walk. On the way back, my how it had snowed. And is still snowing. As of 2.40am, it's about 10cm deep on the street and still coming down thick and fast.

It's quite nice to walk around at this time in this weather. I've had two snowball fights. One with complete strangers. The snow is deep enough to cover the edges of the pavements and streets so I can blame my stumblings on the white stuff as apposed to the liquid intoxications.

If it keeps snowing at this rate, I'll have to put on the Serious Boots to get to work tomorrrow. Or is that today, just delayed.

No pics for this episode. My phone died of a depleted battery and announced it's passing, loudly, several times. Oh well, maybe the snow will still be around in the morning for a photographic shot.

Magnum B.P.

Nothing much here. Just another Andrass ut quickie in the form of some Ferrari picks. Saw this lovely car (Ferrari 308 GTS I think) parked at Andrassy's low and odd numbers 2 nights running. Though strangely it wasn't there during the day. Maybe the owner's saving some money at the meter.

Okay, I know the car has a stigma attached to it in the form of Magnum's moustache but I still think it looks good and well done to the guy that bought it. It has Hungarian plates on it and I'm hoping that it's owned by an enthusiast rather than some bloke who bought it after a dodgy deal back in the Eighties.

Sticker Slapper

Here's a short one. I noticed that someone's been very eager with these satellite stickers. They're stuck to almost every post along Andrassy. I have no idea what they're about.

When things like these appear, I'm intrigued. Which I suppose is what the person slapping them on wants. But I have no idea what they're about or how to find out. Which defeats the object, surely.

These things are often seen in the divey kert bogs, pasted in great numbers and wide varieties all over the walls. It makes for a colourful, modern display of random poster art while carrying out business at the urinal.

There, they sort of make sense or at least they seem to be at home. On a main street in bright daylight and in a repetitive slap, they don't look right.