Archived entries for Max Robson
Steve and Max’s – “The Meat’s on the Grill, papa”
Sitting in the pub with not enough money to buy a pint is depressing. After scrounging a pint off a girl we decided to start a business. And so it is, without a license, selling burgers on the cheap:
Update: The selling will commence on Thursday proper. After an abysmal dry run using plastic burgers and an inflatable bbq in Canbury, it was decided that fine weather was essential for this buisiness to work. I do not have big feet.
Talking Tit
Max got in trouble for drawing a face on his nipple and showing it to a teacher. She didn’t have a sense of humour.
Max showing his nipple.
Obligatory close up shot.
Chris saw me walking down the road and was apparently waving frantically. He said I was walking down the road swinging my hands like a looney. I wasn’t.
Weekly Media – This week I’ve been smoking… – Marlboro Lights
Smoking recently has been getting a raw deal. Anybody stating otherwise is usually hung drawn and quartered. Here we like to buck the trend, often for no reason what so ever than to buck the trend.
We know your square rents will be shouting “But Jimmy they kill you,” or “Jimmy you’ll smell”. You’re however, better than that, you know there are two sides to every argument. What are the cool kids saying you ask? That smoking is undeniably cool, it’ll get you laid, you’ll look cool and your peers will respect you. Max Robson is here to give the low down on what’s hot and what’s not in Smoking paraphernalia.
Summer
It’s blooming hot and i’m wilting inside, trying to find someone so I can go wilt outside. Maybe play some rounders and have a BBQ. London City Airport says it’s a nice 30C.
Instead of doing something normal my good friend Max completed Minesweeper in less than 100 seconds. Please do try it yourself to realise how impossible the task is.
