Word. I got my black book back! I knew it would show up one day. Turns out it was round some girl’s house who had no idea how it got there. My guess is someone took it there when they were drunk. Anyhow, I’d like to thank D*Face for putting 2 and 2 together when a friend mentioned something about stupid drawings in a book to him. Nice one Columbo!
Like most drunken nights however, the book was perhaps better as a distant memory. In the cold light of day; marker pens + alcohol (often) = cacky bobar.
Even so, I sure am glad to have it back. Here’s a selection of double-spreads by a gaggle of boozed-up idiots… Smash!
