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Hello everyone.

I am 25, a bloke and a web dev.

NEW! Photoshop Tennis - Me vs King Ralph

If you'd like to drop me an email at
adam[at]baboon.co.uk then great.
You can see my gallery at http://www.baboon.co.uk

Here's a few of my favourite pics
(probably won't be updated as often as it should)

I think he likes you

Meanwhile in Africa

Photoshop's been acting funny


Recent front page messages:

Covering 7-8 metres in a stride, with only one foot touching the ground at a time, the cheetah can reach a speed of 110 km/h in seconds. At two points in the stride, no feet touch the ground.
(Wed 14th Jan 2004, 10:05, More)

Afternoon all

Yay! FP! Thank you masked avenger
(Fri 12th Dec 2003, 14:39, More)

During important business negotiations,
wireless technology can give
you a huge advantage over rivals.

100% of FACT.
Edit: Thanks! FP! *very chuffed*

(Sat 25th Oct 2003, 12:22, More)

No-one could figure out
the sudden surge in RI:SE ratings at 8:55

Click for bigger, bouncier
Yay Yay and Yay! FP! Thank you!!
(Fri 17th Oct 2003, 19:00, More)

Best answers to questions:

» Lies Your Parents Told You

Insurance scam
Reading caldini's story just reminded me, we had been moving house on a rainy day and when the removal van arrived at our new place we found that the roof had been leaking and soaked our sofa and a lot of other bits and pieces.

The removal guy was very apologetic and had said that he would vouch for anything we needed to replace on insurance. My dad being the crafty bugger that he is decided that a new television was in order, despite the fact that it seemed untouched by the downpour - and to make it more convincing he'd given it a tap with a hammer, cracking the screen.

All was well and good and my parents had taken Polaroids of all the ruined items, ready to send off to the insurance company. Luckily, I asked to see them just before they went in the envelope and they all looked good in the photos, no problems at all - except for the large sledgehammer resting against the side of the cracked television. My dad the criminal mastermind.
(Tue 20th Jan 2004, 10:31, More)

» Lies Your Parents Told You

My mum once told me
that thunder was the sound of clouds bumping into each other. I believed that for years
(Wed 14th Jan 2004, 13:40, More)

» Breakin' The Law

Around the age of 15
myself, my slightly younger cousin and a few others were off drinking in the park - drink of choice was Vodka, mixed into a half empty Lucozade bottle (normal orange stuff, this was before the fancy flavours).

A typical night would involve me and a mate buying everyone's booze in the only local offie that wasn't concerned what age you were, then we'd all stand around freezing, drinking and talking bollocks to impress the girls.

This night my cousin has a real session, and is totally paraletic - I find him face down at the bottom of a tree, not looking too clever and with puke all over. I pick him up and with the help of another lad we start carting him home, one arm over each shoulder. After a few minutes the police drive by and stop us. A young copper asks if we've been drinking (by this stage we'd let my cousin drop to the floor and he was quietly singing 'Wonderwall'), so we admit that my cousin may or may not have had an ale or two, but we're tea-total and just bringing him home. They scoop him up off the floor and bring him to the back of the car while the younger cop just sort of stands there giving us disapproving looks. Lead copper comes back from the car and says that my 'cousin' claims to have first met me tonight and that I was 19 and had supplied him with all the booze. A bit rich considering at the time we were both 15 and had been trying to get the little bastard home safely, gotta love family loyalty.
(Thu 8th Jan 2004, 16:59, More)

» Irrational Fears

Mine's a bit boring really
I'm afraid of heights, but only in certain circumstances, like a tall ladder/balcony/cliff edge. I'm usually alright if I'm on my own, I can gradually get closer to the edge until I feel reasonably happy, but if I'm with other people I get the urge to kick their teeth in if they happen to get in my way or accidentally knock into me. Even if it's someone I really trust I just can't stand people being close to me when I'm high up. Strangely, I love flying - so 40,000 feet isn't a problem but 20 foot can be.
(Tue 27th Jan 2004, 15:56, More)