You know what’s really punk these days? Not having any tattoos.
My friend Enda and I went on to Libya for a beauty pageant and met Colonel Gaddafi.
This popped out of Eliza the other day.
Eliza is as pregnant as you can get.
I went mountain biking and it was shit.
Photos from the Norfolk Broads.
And the children are for Wu-Tang.
Did you ever wonder what the fashion industry looks like behind-the-scenes? Well it just like the building industry I’m afraid… Here’s Rankin hard at work.
Did you know that anarcho-punk band Crass have their own chauffeur? Here he is at the arrivals bit in Stansted Airport.
Does just what it says on the tin.