Andy White - what a ****
1.05.07 by Buffalo Bill
Can he really be talking about me?
I nicked a lot of Andy’s photos for the site, and used one for a cover shot, so it should be obvious that I rate him as a photographer. I like him as a person too. After a long while away from London, he came up to me and started talking to me. I sort of recognised him, but had totally forgotten his name, and anything about him. He was obviously a messenger, but I couldn’t place him or his bike.
When he was told this, he wasn’t put out at all, saying ‘nah, Bill knows me, he’s just a senile old ****.’ Or words to that effect.
Nice to hang out with someone who couldn’t care less about losing face, or making a **** out of himself. No hang-ups about recognition, being a ‘face’ or worries about being mistaken for a ‘fakenger’.
While we’re on the subject on ****s, here’s a joke that Darren told me the other day:
Why are fixies like tampons?
Because every ****‘s got one.
OK, that’s enough ****s.