An update for Andy...

Proving myself, once again, to be a great and loyal friend I have gladly accepted Andy's request to add more pics to this here Blog. "Who's Andy?" you ask. If his dreams or yore have been realised he's the man who may one day be firing a RPG or automatic assault rifle into your face, or lobbing a grenade through your window, or placing a black hesian bag over your head and applying live wires from a car battery to your neck. That's why I'm more than happy to accomodate his desire to see a few pictures of the place he once called work, and the city he once called home. Missing you, you old scallywag!

Here's a lad you should remember...decidedly Irish as usual. Irish Joe hits the gym as equally hard as he hits the books and I reckon his head could take a punch or two.




















Dick Richards was having a good day until the homeless man called, demanding the return of his knit.







































And Larry thinks it's funny. Shame Larry, shame. Whatever you do, "Don't turn around". You know what I'm saying...




















One big bunch of losers. Notice I'm not in it? The girl sitting down was new this day. She quit the very same afternoon. Can't says I blames 'er.















The tatemono below sits diagonally across from our building, while the tatemono below that is our building! Freaky.







































So to those of you who do not know Andy, and have no interest in him or his lifestyle of violence and mayhem I apologise, and thank thee all for suffering the indignity of not being addressed personal like, like Andy just was, as above, now. Thankyou. You are all, dear readers, dear.