Come on Willy lets get sloshed.

I have been told i have to give FULL credit to Will Monk for uploading this video. I love Will. xx


<3 Day off.

Yeah we had some fun.

Although i am having the most fun time here in Tenerife i cant deny that i am so emotionally drained. I miss my mum and my family and my friends. I miss real food and even the spar. I miss music and Bobby. I miss tea and biscuits. I miss crackers and cheese and pate. I miss Oliver and Seedy. I dont miss Poulton yet. Same shit music too much hype. I miss faithfulness. I miss Jamie and spotify. I miss Andrews awful jokes. I miss nicely dressed boys. Actually. How he dresses i care zero aslong as he dont spill my drink. I miss Harry Potter dvds. Dvds in general. I miss normality. I miss my full wardrobe and jeans and hoodies. I miss quilts and fires. I miss fishnets and Henry Holland tights. I miss unlimited internet.

I love here though. I love juicees. I love my shorts but hate being nocturnal. I love my bracelets of bruises. But not faces.
This wont make sense to you but i HAVE to get it off my chest.

Even if i get away theres always a part of me willing to stay. This what happens if you mess around.

check check check check. A bottle for the trouble. Love you all.

boys we love leave when we ask them to stay

Right so as i am such a cheapskate and wouldnt pay for my Spotify i am stuck in Tenerife with shit music. For example... Fucking Rihanna. All i have to keep me sane is Jamie Ts first album and a lovely little remix he did with Hot Club de Paris.

Boy oh boy Jamie.xx

Eurgh. Joey Deakin.

So. Tenerife. I need to be in a semi sober state of mind to fill you all in on my latest antics but too keep you semi happy here are a few sketches i have done since i have been here. Yes. Since i have been here.

Someone is currently trying to tell me that an island not so far away communicates through whistling. Jesus wept. I think he is called Richie Rich.

I am Dais and I am happy to help.

HEy you big bunch of birks. (As promised) My younger brother has started palling about with a group of lads and after having to sit through 2 hours of them pissed, talking shit and puching each other it came to surface that one of them, Gareth, likes art. I honestly wasnt expecting his artwork to be this good. And because i like it so much i said i would post some of it on my blog because you never know. His name is Gareth Sheals. Dont wear it out.


2 days to go. Bricking it. Peace.

Buzz. Your girlfriend. WOOF.

KAREN I LOVE YOU

Canyoutellwhatitisyet?



my blue hair. although its not gone as blue as i'd hoped. i will have to redo tonight.



You-Complete-Arse-Ronald-Weasley

she never ceases to amaze me. i love you ridiculous amount Hermy.

These motherfuckers are thinking i'm playing, thinking i'm saying this shit cos i'm thinking it? Just to be saying it?

                                                            you dont wanna fuck with me.

DAIS you always have to lower the tone dont you.

SPOT THE SMOOCHER?

gave money to the man he put a bag in my hand

new fucking shades. only a fucking week to go.

Its your boy here. I have been spending stupid amounts on clothing and nothing on serious things such as Travel insurance, apartment deposits etc etc. Ahhh well. Atleast i will look nice being skint. Besides my tres lovely Auntie Janey gave me a generous amount of money in Euros to take so that should keep me on my feet. Thanks Janeth and Degsy and Josh and Elliot and Jaimey and Bob. I love you and miss you all.

Before today i have been really nervous and scared about going but i am suddenly fucking ridiculously excited. I have spoke to the 2 girls i will be sharing an apartment with for the first 4 weeks and they both seem lovely, they are also both travelling alone so we have something in common.

I am supposing to be emptying out my room today and getting rid of any shit i dont want or need but i cant motivate myself into doing this whatsoever, at all and instead have spent the past 3 hours whoring Spotify and making an old fashioned family photo/religious symbols shrine on my wall. Thats for Nance. For when you move into my lovely room. Your gonna miss me when am gone (Thats said in a sort of Sean Connery american accent if you can imagine it). My accents are classsss. Badger boy Bobby doesnt agree, infact he laughs at my Lucious Malfoy impression 'Now, Now, Draco'. that could be more to do with head movements i do when i say it.

Oh Harry. What was the last words Dumbldore spoke to us. Harrys our only hope.

I still havent decided what i am going to do about good old Harry. We probably have about 3 copies of each book lying around my humble abode but if i was going to pack them i would end up paying ridiculous amounts in baggage fayre. I may ask Nance if she can send me a book over at a time.

Oooo i will take a picture of Mums wall shrine. your gonna Lav it.

Kids in water. Lav it.

Boy oh boy. We LAV Rolf in this house.

I cant upload the picture of the shrine because the flash is being a yeti.

In recent news i want to fall in love with a football hooligan. pre-stone island.