Doom Meets Warhammer

What do you get if you cross video games and table top gaming? A kickass army from a demonic dimension, complete with Former Humans, Cacodemons, Lost Souls, Revenants and even a fat greasy Mancubus. Sterling work.

Ahhh, body shots, nature's way of letting us all taste the sweet nectar of alcohol the way it was intended to be drunk. No need for glasses, just use the nearest cute chick and offer to lick up any mess from her afterwards!

At first I thought this was a bunch of guys cosplaying as Call Of Duty. Turns out that these are real warzones. You can tell from how much freedom the locals are enjoying, in between being shot at and being bombed. Dark stuff.

Where else can you get a job where you get to play with BFG's all day long & ride around in Humvees & helicopters & blow stuff up? Ok, so there might be a slight danger to your life, but think of the guns. The big honkin' guns!

Winter's coming & it can be hard on these cold, dark winter days to try and remember what sunshine, sea and seriously cute girls in bikinis ever felt or looked like - Here is some inviting imagery to raise the temperature!

Seven days in and look who turns up, yep, it's Monday - Back to remind you that all play and no work is not gonna be good mantra for the next five days. But don't despair, nothing lasts forever - Here's some pics to ease the pain.

Not all human beings of the XX chromosome have the urge to do the duckface when they be self-shooting in the bathroom/bedroom mirror. Some reckon that a smile and some tight clothing will just bloody well suffice.

You hear that? Listen closely, the Geordie twang, heralding the end of society as we know it. Remember the Mayan prophecy about 2012, the end of the world? Well, look at this series about the north of England as the bell tolls.

I love a themed party, why? Well, for one it's a chance to adopt an alter-ego personality & of course the other reason is that chicks seem to love come dressed, well, in not very much at all - Let the party begin!

I'm throwing a party and all these girls are invited! Come one, come all and bring your friends, as long as they have big butts and their idea of dressing up is to go out in a thong or micro-bikini. Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.

It brings a tear to the eye, don't it? But it's more like tears of laughter than tears of sympathy! It just makes me want to point like Nelson from The Simpsons and go "Ha ha!", or am I just being completely inhuman and mean...? Haha!