The World Of Dorian Supertramp

West Lake, Hangzhou, China. 7 am hangover swim after a night out. Hadn’t had any sleep and the Lake with a low mist, looked mystical. It was like peering into the unknown. 

The largest Pizza, I have ever encountered… The challenge is 3 people, 1 hour and you get the pizza for free. We tried with six and boy did we struggle. By the end of this 107 slice mammoth which feeds a family of 15, my insides had been torn apart. My heart felt as though it was about to capitulate under the stress of all the saturated fat pumping through my arteries. I have never been so full in my life but despite the pain and suffering it was totally worth it! :D

Desert Eagle .45, the bad ass mother fucker!! Just think, I could blow someone’s head straight off with this thing! Brain’s, bits of skull everywhere, what a bloody awful mess it would be.

So, as everyone is well aware American’s love their guns. Before I ventured to this land I couldn’t understand why. Why anyone would want to own a mechanical device that causes the death of 30,000 American’s each year… Until I picked one up and came to face to face with this thing of beauty (As I write this there is a firework display going on that enhances my senses towards guns). It was the pistol that gave me this sensation, the rifle felt mediocre to be honest but the pistol, especially the Desert Eagle .45 and the 1911 Colt 45. was quite frankly heavenly, a metal gift from God. It made me feel powerful that I, an insignificant being had the control over life and death… A strange and slightly worrying thought but that is how I felt, I understand why American’s love their guns and that is one of the reasons why I will never live in America. 

My favourite gun from the gun shop!! XD

This photograph is an interesting one. Found located in the West Acres shopping mall by the Air National Guard stand, it looks as though it was drawn by a conspiracy theorist.  

Yes. This is me, Dorian, going for a swim in West Lake, Hangzhou, China. 

The boy next door, Andrew, I love terrorising this kid… haha

As one strolled into the self-assuring boundaries of the shower, one would expect it to be a haven of goodwill and a place to wash… But I learnt a stark reality. It is no place of worship, no place of haven, just a part-time place of wash… The other half was dedicated to other male means. I learnt this when one individual told me it would be very wise to acquire a pair of flip-flops for the shower.. I quickly picked upon the notion and haven’t dared to venture to the shower without my pair of ruby shoes to protect me from the white witch of cum…