ROBINIO - his finest moments.

 

I urge you to select 'Robin' from the Labels list on the right side of my blog, I don't work with him anymore and I'll miss continually tormenting him. Witness his despair at sitting next to me for nearly 3 years - captured forever in digital imagery.

Robin... you want a drink?

Robin - want to come to the Hawaiian party?

no?

Robin...what music shall we have on today?

Robin - Do you want a drink?

Robin - Get yo hat on.

Robin - Get yo hood on fool it's raynin.

Robin - do you want a biscuit?

complicit in his own demise - Robin just lent me his ipod wire to download this...

Robin...wear my glasses.

Political morning at wonderlandWPA

My dad just told me.... The winner of the Grand National is not actually the winner, as it was last after the first furlong, and only second after the third furlong... the actual winner is in fact the lame mule that got shot after it fell and broke it's legs before it was pipped at the post on the last hurdle. It's too early for him to be drunk surely? Not convinced Dad. VOTE YES.

WHAT DID YOU SAY ROBIN?

YOU NEED MORE DENIM ROBIN.

EAT THIS BANANA ROBIN...

ROBIN WEAR MY GOLD.

Harassment in the workplace.

Robin is my muse. By that I mean he a-muses me.
I take at least one photo of him a week, usually wearing my hair clips or something and I drive him up the wall, but he bloody loves it. He also exclusively only wears Paul Smith, Penguin and other brilliantly chosen pieces so he can get away with the odd girly accessory.
Some recent snaps...

DO YOU WANT A NEW HAT ROBIN?

ROBIN ARE YOU HUNGRY?

DO YOU LIKE MY FEATHERS ROBIN?

ROBIN PLEASE WEAR MY GLASSES

WANT TO TRY MY HAT OUT ROBIN?

WATCH OUT BEHIND YOU ROBIN

ROBIN?....YEAH MAYBE HE'S SICK OF ME....