Bloody chests and the first Bathory record.

Went out on Wednesday to my friends party and one of the guys there called Kenny started cutting himself so I grabbed a camera. People were possibly more freaked out by me photographing him rather than his own self mutilation.

We don't know you, and we don't owe you. If you see us around, I got something else to show you.

Richard is the best because he lets me use his camera on the odd occassion. I learn a lot from him even though we both approach photography from different standpoints. I took most of these during a weird period where I believed I was laying on the floor of a disco. The quote of that evening went to Adam Lond, as at one point he stood up and announced to the room "Cornflower is the consistency of my brain." Other great Adam quotes from that particular chapter include "This arm is not my own," "My brain is termites," and "Can my brain drown?"

The Grimsby Redemption

I was with the guys a couple of weeks ago. I shot on Richard's camera which was cool and also shot a roll of 27 on a £3 FUJIFILM DISPOSABLE. Too cheap. A few of the shots came out alright. I love taking photos of Sam Tarrant, that lad has more personality than you can shake a stick at.

Last month we filmed the From A City In Ruins music video with Fil Thorpe and some guy who's name I've forgot who shot Ellie Goulding's album cover or some shit. He was cool. I took a Flip video camera with me and had Nathan shoot some behind the scenes hijinks.

Grimsby - January

Went to Grimsby to see Richard, Adam, Nathan, Sam, Brad, Jacques and the rest of the crew. I fucking love those guys. There are always so many opportunities to take good photos. This lot have quickly become very dear to me.

Liverpool

I went to Liverpool to visit a friend and furthermore I made it my business to go and see John Lennon's statue. I would have bought a shirt, John, but the Beatles store sold them for like £60

Creepy JC Penny and his ensuing antics

Took a camera to one of Matt's FRIDAY NIGHT GATHERINGS. Shit went down, Crawshaw licked a lightbulb and Thom punched him in the balls.

DRUID PERFUME

Always roses at the foot of my bed

Back when I was obsessed with Bobby Fischer and the Pennsylvania hardcore band Slices