Did I mention that Christmas is also about getting F-U-C-K-E-D? Not entirely so, just moderately so.

New Year's Eve is also a time for getting (moderately) fucked, which is why I'm going to Edinburgh tomorrow, to celebrate Hogmanay (yay), even though I have no idea why they call it that. At the moment I'm on the Isle of Skye, (that's the one hidden by a cloud on the weather forecast) so I'm just going to post photo's.

(smoking kills, kiddies)

Rapid Roy Stockcar Boy, Reggie Washington.

And a crappy new year?

Bye-bye y'all.