Our mission

Are you that special person who - weary from trudging the endless superhighways - just longs to camp next to a glorious oasis of the mind? Do you desire to explore new frontiers, splash in shared ideas, fill your belly with the refreshing fruits of inspiration, and bask in the gentle rays of fond reflection?

Well, you can fuck right off. This, my friends, is not that place. This place is... The ShadowLands.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

From a time before Kevin

Once upon a time, air travel was glamorous, and the glamazons were the air hostesses. It was a time before this.

Thankfully, these great photographs survive...

(Don't forget parts II and III)

2 comments:

Egg said...

Whilst the Rudder throws tanties,
Most fantasize of getting into hosties' panties ...

FeFe said...

Nostradamus lives! Clearly all the orange screams "caution."