When Life was Simple.

The turn of the Millennium.

London's Eye at night.

Con/Dem Government

The Government can change everything, 

including the colour of the sky.

The Past. The Present. The Future.

The Past.

The Present

The Future.

 

The dark corridor of life.

Eternity

My Mind

His soul's escaping.

Life Is Over

My time is over

My life is done

Now I look back

I don’t feel I’ve won

At this game called life

Everyone can play

Whether they want to or not

Whether they leave or stay

I hold no regrets

No pain, no loss

But before I go

I will have one last toss

Of the dice of chance

Luck and fate

Looks like I lost

Now I’ve got a date

With death

And hell to see

For all eternity

The devil with me

Footprints in the snow.

Prison?

The cage my education comes with.

The corridor of my mind.

Empty.

Colour

I like to use...

COLOUR

Water.

Water droplet. 

Untitled.

Untitled.

My Home from Home

Non racist horses.

The empty door.

Emirates.

My Garfield.

Brezer.

My cat is basically a black and white version of Garfield.

My Life is Tech

Using technology I only discovered an hour before I made the video. I fused the video of a song to the music of the remix/cover. It was made harder seeing as though both songs are virtually unknown even in London.

Some like it white

Snow in Queen Margrets Grove

Blonde hair. Blue eyes.

Blonde hair and blue eyes

This was me before all those lies

The blue eyes before they cried

The blonde hair before it died

Now their gone

But I live on.

To Snow or not to Snow?

London faces the same question every year. Over recent year we have received snow so you would expect people to react accordingly and normality to resume, but remember this is the english we are talking about...

The Future/Changing Present

The future of the world and present for the last decade if not more has been subjected to Americanisation.
The picture below is a before and after representation of what could happen to London if the Americans get their way

The Future

We are living the future every second but the moment we live it, it becomes the present and than very quickly becomes the past. The future is not written in stone and can be changed by the smallest events.

No one knows what the future will hold 

but anything can happen.