Tango

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Phil Kneen Photography

Portraits, mostly...

Local band - POP

Nasal wanking - Nosterbation

Jacob's Ladder is my favouritest film in the world. Excellent choice. Try watching it high.

I found it traumatic enough without recreational herbs.

Requiem for a dream - best film I've ever seen. Photography,acting,soundtrack were all superb.

I met Mupster today. Very nice chap,although he looks nothing like his picture and he seemed taller in real life?

I saw someone,covered in their own vomit and swearing, being bundled into the back of a police van on Saturday night.

It was bound to have been a MF forum member.

I'm out in Douglas tonight and will buy a drink for the first person to say to me -

 

" You shuur do have a prurdy mouth boy......"

 

Ans can't play....... in fact, say that to Ans and I'll buy you 2 drinks.

Not one of my better ideas - 2am Saturday morning,pissed up in the Outback after drinking 2 bottles of red wine and some cocktails at that strange gay bar on the prom (Territeboos or something like that).....anyway,pissed stupid in the Outback and an odd man came upto me and told me I had a pretty mouth.

I tried to throw him over the balcony onto the dance floor and got 'asked to leave'........ totally forgot the post

I'm out in Douglas tonight and will buy a drink for the first person to say to me -

" You shuur do have a prurdy mouth boy......"

Ans can't play....... in fact, say that to Ans and I'll buy you 2 drinks.

I see Tango everymorning at the QB. I bet everyone else has seen him too....

 

Red transit van with loads of canoes on the roof(I think he had 8 on top at one point),always playing the stearing wheel drums and singing. Looks like Chris Moyles/thinner Phil Jupitius. Seems to be a very cheerful chappy!

Kayaks,not canoes Yes I do enjoy a bit of 'air drumming' on my way to work.

A girl came up to me in the Rovers a few weeks ago, slapped me on the face and said - "you've been Tango'd...."

Odd

Vivian Wolfe the art teacher. St Ninians. mid 80's. How the hell she was allowed to teach is still a puzzle to me?

When I left school she told me that I would always be a nobody and my photographic career plans were worthless.

Well, I met her in a pub a few years back, just after I had been asked to join a large photographic agency in London as a photojounalist. She tried to look pleased for me.

Mr Cottier. Head teacher. Still hate him.