I logged into my Photobucket account recently. I could swear that some of this stuff was deleted but no, it's there. I wasn't a big Photobucket user but I'd upload crap to there once in a great while. Mostly art shit that I made, pictures of my first crappy flat, and pictures of women from dating sites who I don't even remember and never went on a date with.

I used this Photobucket between the years...maybe...2004 to 2012.

Anyway, I saved some of the interesting stuff to my computer and uploaded it to This is Yesterday. I had to do this because Photobucket no longer lets you hotlink stuff without paying a subscription.



This was the oldest picture that I've saved for this little exercise. It's a monkey that I got from PG Tips. This was the only time I've ever bought tea. I ended up giving the tea to my flatmates for their consumption. I just wanted the monkey.

That's my old computer monitor (which I still have but I should throw it away because I'm never going to use it again) and my bed sans bedsheet. I never bothered buying sheets. I didn't have the money and it's not really necessary. I'm not some sort of hygiene fanatic. Although, my ladyfriend was really really not into that so insisted that I put some kind of bedsheet down. This was the first flat of mine that she came to. To this day, she's still very insistent that I always have some sort of bedsheet so I accomodate. And I have bedsheets now anyway which I use and always wash before she comes over.

Anyway, I still have that little monkey somewhere. He's probably in some tin, protected from getting crushed. The monkey was of the opinion that Wymark is a homosexual.

I vaguelly remember that paper too. I can't remember why it has a bunch of slips, like it was for guitar lessons or something. I think it's something that came in the mail.



Here's that M person on a swing from like 15 years ago. It's the picture she had on her website. I've told this story 100 times.



This one is titled "spideysodomized.jpg". Just a stupid comic book image that I got off the internet that I must have thought was hilarious. As a more mature viewer, not actually so funny. He's clearly dropping Spider-Man, not getting ready to rape him.



Little stickman drawing that I did of the Manics. Actually not bad. I mean, I drew it with a ball mouse using MS Paint. You can tell what everything is, though. I made the bass bigger than the...other guitar. That's nice attention to detail. And you can tell what all of the drum instruments are supposed to be. Well, maybe. The thing on the drummer's left is supposed to be chimes. Sort of a weird thing for a drummer to have on his drum kit perhaps.



This was a stuff toy that I bought but I don't even remember it now. I guess it was a gift for my ladyfriend. I wonder if she still has it.





A couple of photos of the late MattM in happier days. His girlfriend Steph is also pictured.



I thought that Photobucket deleted this years ago and as a result, I stopped using Photobucket. But it's there now. My greatest creation ever and I'm glad to see it still exists. Some dumb Jew was trying to get me banned from the official Manics forum. And she succeeded. Although, I just registered under different names and continued to post there.



A little parody I made of said Jew.



I didn't remember this at all but it's pretty clever. What I did was take an actual screenshot of the official Manics forum, delete the actual message, and put a new message in. I also changed the title. I even changed the little URL in the bottom which is nice attention to detail.



I thought that this was Ternant but the file is called "RGS" so I think there was a guy called RGS on the official forum, who may or may not be Ternant. I didn't really know any of those dullards.

I must have saved this because, "Oh look, it's a fat guy happy because he's with two fat chicks, isn't that hilarious?" but no. It's not funny. Good for him. And good for those young ladies. They're not expecting hot dudes with big sexy muscles. Everybody in that picture has realistic expectations in finding a mate. It's something that you don't really see these days, what with the rise of internet dating. Today, equivelent women would not give that equivelent guy the time of day. And everyone ends up alone as a result because hot dudes aren't interested in long-term relationships with fat chicks.



It's a 3d art thing. I used it as my signature on some forum. I won't ruin the surprise for you.












































Bunch of comics that I made. I just took existing Peanuts comics and changed the *dialogue*. I was still in the US when I made those. Some are funnier than others. The final arc with the strike isn't very good. Probably why I stopped. The creativity well was running dry.



Just a random Simpsons screenshot. I also have a lot of screenshots of one particular Simpsons episode in my Photobucket account. I linked to those pictures for a message on TIY--TMB once. It basically shows the whole episode. Kind of cool.











The Living Large series of comics that I made. Less funny today, knowing what happened.



I don't know why I saved this. The school is in Chicago. Surely closed now. Maybe this has something to do with why I saved it. It's from some comic book, probably from the 1970s.



This file is titled "inbred" so I must have been angry with her. But no, she's hot. I remember her. She was like the first person to respond to my Gumtree ad. Asked for a pic. I said, "I don't have one but when I do, I'll send you one". Like six months later (literally), I sent her a pic and she never replied.

She's probably a single mother of three kids now, aged 10, 8, and 7. Oh, by the way, it was the brown girl, of course. She was an airline stewardess.



Tox tag that I saw in an Underground carriage. I liked Tox and enjoyed seeing his tags.







Some comics I made and posted to the Penny Arcade forum. I was poking fun at the most baffling Penny Arcade comic ever made. They banned me from making comics shortly after. That's the way with these things. Nobody can take criticism.



Gifts from my lady friend. The file is called "crap" but that's just because I was disappointed with the gift and didn't understand why she gave me such cheap stuff. This was like the first gift that she gave me. I still have the cup, bootleg tissues, and bathmitt. I ate the food. I don't remember what that thing in the middle is. I also got a Simpsons coaster but that doesn't seem to be pictured. I'm not sure if I still have that. I might have lost it.



A comic I made about Penny Arcade using the Stripcreator website.








The full saga. Reading it now brought back some memories. This was the first "date" I ever went on. I didn't know what I was doing. And I was going to see a drunken slut who was there with another dude. Does this really count as a date? If it doesn't, my first date was with some half-Asian, half-Jamaican girl. Went out once, although she was up for going out again until I started talking about how crappy England is in emails.

But yeah, I never experienced anything like this before or since. All subsequent dates were pretty uneventful. Nobody was grabbing my ass and sticking their tongue down my throat. So this girl was "special", I guess.

Where is this special lady now? Lives in New York City with her bird and recently got a cat. Single. Crappy job. Must be 35 years old at least. Posts a lot of "I'm depressed, please kill me" pictures on her instagram.



I have absolutely no idea who this is. Don't recognise the photo at all. File is "alanpartridge". Must have been somebody I was talking to, briefly, from a dataing ad. Although...she's caucasian so...maybe not.



I remember this girl. I was talking to her through a dating ad. We never met, though.



Best kebab shop I ever saw. It was right near where I lived. If you went during the day, you got these big hand-made...whatever it's called. The wrap. But if you went at night, you just got the regular little pita.

That's in the kitchen of the first flat that I had which wasn't shared.

And that's it. Too bad I didn't take many pictures of myself or, indeed, of anything. But that's how it goes.