We called him Tortoise because he taught us.


my names calum, i like lotsa things :)

im not too sure whats happened to my theme, but i like it ;)
Theme by Go-Crazy.

sOme Call us dirt some Call Us crust some call us scum who live in dust left with no-one to put us uPasbestos ridden broken homes which once had life we call our own,but little does our empire know we live in wait for daYs they tax the snow and then the bankers are forced to go back to the planet they once called their ownwhilst EVERYone left to live in pubs WHERE once were merry and served us mud with golden plates so one and all its time to go reclaim YOUR homes let your friends know that a squatters life is all we will know!!!
You will not be able to stay home, brother.  You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,  Skip out for beer during commercials, Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.  The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox In 4 parts without commercial interruptions. The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon  blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John  Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat  hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised. The revolution will not be brought to you by the  Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie  Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.  The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.  The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.  The revolution will not make you look five pounds  thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

When you’re on the road

its sometimes difficult to find an internet connection, but guess what. i’ve found one, im alive, suprisingly. its been a crazy month of sofa surfing across the uk, slept in everything imaginable from half full bathtubs in squats to queen sized beds in 5 star hotels, and now here i find myself back in london, for some reason one of the fashion capitals of the world, and full of latinos for some reason ( not that im complaining they’re fucking awesome people) i need to get myself a camera, so many fucking great photo op’s i’ve missed out on, from sunsets and rises over cities to me with dreads (they’re gone now). i feel like im running out of new things to see, the uk is starting to bore me tbh, but at the same time i fucking miss my family and friends, my little brother especially (and my big one for that matter) as fun as travelling is, the one thing that gives me spirit to keep going is that no matter what happens, you will always have a warm place with people who care for you unconditionally to return to, i like to call it home, but its not, at the moment whereever i wind up is my home, my shoes are my home atm, but they are filled with holes and the soles have worn to nought but they are the only thing i have from home, that and the gay crucifix my ex gave me (not that i care for the thing or the girl) 

im going to be a better person and a better blogger for you guys.

oh and i managed to get over my kleptomania ;D which is always good :)

i’ve been travelling the uk.

im currently staying in a tiny little city called canterbury where 40000 students live, we drink alcohol like water and take drugs as if they are vitamin tablets, im currently staying with a group of french students who are oh so lovely, here is a photo of them before i met them. i never knew what being homesick meant until i started travelling.

heyheykittymae asked: you have so many tumblr viruses bub

i knooowwww

the view from my college window one afternoon.

mr. lawrence hylton, the organiser of bex’s birthday meal yesterday :)

FINALLY GOT MY CAMERA BACK

http://heyheykittymae.tumblr.com/  finally gave me my camera back so i can upload the photos from my recent adventures :)