what i wore in glasgow

To try and make up for being such a no show recently I've put together a big bumper pack of What I Wore's from my ten days in Glasgow. I'm a big narcissistic fucker oh yes! I'll put the second half up some time next week when I've polished them off abit.

In other (slightly, but not much) more exciting news, I've been working away on my new greeting card range (including christmas cards jings crivens) so as soon as they're back from the printers I'll give you a swatch. Expect insults a plenty.

Anyways, in the meantime heres some pictures along with some words about my crap life since it's been a while.

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Started off well with a jolly sprint round the airport after the only tunnel out my Alp got blocked. Luckily Raph's sister knew of a secret route out and likes to put her foot down, meaning I got to the check in desk -after trying the wrong terminal first, naturally - panting and drenched in sweat with three minutes to spare.

The evening picked up nicely though. My plane landed with out crashing - always a plus - and my sister took me out to Nice N Sleazys for some Red Stripe and Black Russians. I came 2nd place in a "who can kick this wall the highest" contest outside with the bouncers and finished the night with a humous sandwich while Lauren vommed out the back close.


Wandered about town in the glorious sunshine in abit of a stupor. A happy stupor. Bought a lot of nice crap I don't really need and then met my wee pal Jem in the westend for a pint in a beer garden. We got talking to two crazies who stole our fancy GRASSROOTS olives to offer them up to the minor glasgow celebrities supping guinness' in corner. Then they dived head first into the gravel and got chucked out. They were quite nice chaps.


Went shopping with Lauren. The sales lady who just sold me an expensive bracelet the day before walked past as I was sitting on the ground outside Buchanan Galleries drinking a smoothie and gave me a look full of pity and disappointment. I'm assuming she would prefer I take the bracelet off before I associate it and her brand with such an unlady action as sitting on the ground in public. Lesson learned.

Ate some fajitas and went out with my cousin, my sister and her boyfriend and told all our worst poo stories. And laughed like twats. I don't think the bracelet lady would have been pleased.


Anna my old flat mate from art school came up from Shieffield with her good man Shirley for the weekend. Talked lots, ate lots and drank lots (well, some). Was well good.


hellojenuine said...

time-travel! i.e. it's not november yet. ;)
sounds like you had a smashing time in glesgae. i love your 'what i wore today' drawings.

carolyn alexander said...

Oh bollocks I always seem to get september mixed up thanks to my wee sisters birthday being the 11th of september... ie 9.11 blah blah I'm a dafty!

asha said...

So fucking wonderful. I get such a kick out of your blog and illustrations. I feel like I posted my swoons already, but I don't care.

carolyn alexander said...

aw cheers miss