M-m-monkees.

GangSTA

My Big Fat Spinning Head

23rd February, Tired, Barlestone, Warwickshire.

22nd February, Ed and Gervase, Leicester

22nd February, The Lansdown, Tom and Chris's, Leicester.

21st February, Del-Boy, Hannah, Me and a Very Ugly Jumper, Nuneaton

21st February, Hannah and Missy in the Morning, Sheepy Magna, Warwickshire.

19th February, Last Nights Tea, Gervase's House, Leicester.

17th February, Hannah's Closet, Sheepy Magna, Warwickshire.

13th February, Gervase and Hannah on Watery Lane, Sheepy-Magna, Warwickshire.

13th February, Antique Shop with Hannah and Gervase, Somewhere in Deepest Darkest Warwickshire.

12th February, Party Prep, Sheepy-Magna, Warwickshire.

12th February, Party Prep, Sheepy Magna, Warwickshire.

12th February, Del-Boy's 21st birthday, 21 candles, Sheepy Magna, Warwickshire.

12 February, Hannah's Belly Laugh at Del-Boys Party, Sheepy Magna, Warwickshire.

12th February, Giant Snow balls, Leicester

12th February, Gervase, Early, Leicester.

12th February, Recyclying with Gervase, Early, Leicester

11th February, A Sneaky Tea with Hannah, The Sun Flower Cafe, Leicester

11th February, Clare's home-made labels, Loughborough

10th February, Waiting on the cornor for my other half to finnish work, Leicester

It Snowed and the 153 fell deep asleep

Gervase on New Walk, Leicester

Bosworth.

Hannah's Cat, Missy

A Little Lane Near Lizzie's House, Bosworth

Sheepy Magna, Warwickshire

Snow Men, then ice cream, douvets and documentaries about prostitution.

Very Good day.

Hot Pork Pie, Oh My!

Otley Rugby Ground, Otley

Bedford Blues Vs. Otley

"The Ref's a Local Boy!"

A Little More Please!

I Fell In Love With Hurricane

the lovliest one there is.

Sometimes its written in Braille,

Or tounges i can't quite comprihend -

but knowing there is someone there reaching out,

helps, doesn't it?

I learnt on the telly box,

babies want to speak for months before they can,

They understand, have the response, the theory, but lack the mechanisum, can't create a link between idea and sound.

That's us, two babies on a bar stool, growing redder in the face, and meaning all the right things but not knowing how to say them.

That would also explain the rash on my bottom, and the tantrums before bed time.

Oh dear, we are grown men really, but we don't know any better.

I watch you drunken joker, oh your lovely jokes!

Old building, you are, many lived in by the locals.

They watch me - i know the things they think.

Oh Paranoia does fit me so well,

Shall i wear it on our wedding day, and walk passed all the spitting guests who swear you'd be their suitor better.

I am so ugly on your side,

And they looked so lovely on your side,

before me. Before you and me.

And suddently i'm the only child in the pub, and everyone else is watching you dance.

They are watching - YOU -dance.

You take me home and we shout in braille, and whisper in spanish, thump morsecode, and sing icelandish.

But we'll grow out of it. Won't we?

And say things clear, and strong and true, and mean it -

like "Please don't leave me".

weekend with HannARGH