It's Armless.

All through my life people have a told joke when they've heard my name.

And it's this mans fault.

Upon hearing that my name is Louis Strong people say "You're missing an arm!". I first heard it before I could talk.
I understand it is a bit funny but I've heard it too many times.

If I ever have a son I will name him Neil so that he is victim to the same joke.

I don't think that my parents diberatly chose the name because the joke would follow but I suppose it is possible. Although I have heard my dad describe this as one of the greatest rock and roll songs ever.

(I know it isn't spelled the same but still).

Anyway, the reason I'm writing this is that today I realised how ironic it would be for me to actually lose an arm.

What a wonderful world.

My Favourite Hearse

I know that most people probably don't have a favourite hearse. But I do.
It's like having a favourite cash machine (The cockney cash points) or a favourite number (43.2×10¹⁵), you don't pick a favourite unless you happen to see an incredible one.
And I saw an amazing hearse.

It happened about three years ago, just a normal day. I was walking home from somewhere.
In the distance I notice a hearse. At first I thought it was a normal hearse, just a long black car driving slowly with flowers and stuff.
But then I spot a weird shape on the roof. I'm not sure what it is yet. I think it's made of flowers.
Closer now, yes it is definitely made flowers. It looks like a box, no it looks like tower. It's sort of mostly black with a layer of white on top. What is it?
It is a floral pint of Guinness.

I was amazed. I had never seen anything so incredible.
Here was someone who thought "Just because I'm dead that doesn't mean everybody has to be sad, I'm putting the 'fun' into 'funeral', putting the 'cor' into 'corpse', putting the 'ha' into 'hearse'". (I know that last one is a bit of a stretch).

At this point I was straining not to giggle at a funeral, I felt quite bad but this was brilliant.
Then it got better, because as the car went passed me, revealed in the window, three massive floral letters, spelling out one word.

'NAN'.

I could barely contain myself.

Paintjobs.

I like dicking about with MS Paint.
I like that I can a make a false image and have it look really shody and fake, that really pleases me.
I've demonstrated on here in the past with licence I designed for the Licence to Kill post and the picture of Anne Boleyn playing football.

Here are a few other examples of my mad paint skills from the past year or so.

1) For Christmas I put on my green jacket, posed as a Christmas tree, then added the decorations in paint afterwards.

 2) For my friends 20th birthday I put his face onto every face on the cover of Sgt. Peppers. Partly because the first line is "It was twenty years ago today" and party because it is quite funny.

 

3) Seeing as I have a toy dalek I thought it would be cool to get a picture of it threatening me. So I took a picture with surrendering on one side, then I took a close up of the dalek in the correct position, then I seamlessly patched the two images together.  

4) These last two aren't strictly paint but anyway.
When Facebook started allowing you to have a cover at the top of the page it didn't take me long to come up with this.

5) Along similar lines, on Google + you can have several small pictures instead of one big one. So I made it look like I have a really long arm and a massive hand. As you can tell from the colour of the wall behind, these are three separate images and the one of my hand is really a flipped picture of my right hand.

If you have any requests for things I could make in paint, please let me know.