Wednesday, 11 June 2008
Monday, 9 June 2008
Too busy not givin' a f**k.
One thing everyone knows about Oz is the animals they got are f**kin' weird. So I went to some koala park down the road from my house...koalas are gnar and there was nowt else to do on the 6th day in a row it rained for the 6 days I've been here. It ain't all sun you know.
These gay tie-dye birds were outside my window this morning.

Despite dressing like fags, they were gangsta as. Any other bird that tried to front on their sh!t they merked up.

At the koala place, the koalas were straight chillin'. They can do what the f**k they want at that place, just walk around like the rest of us non-koala folk. But they don't 'cos they're too busy not givin' a f**k.

This one just slept while 1000 Japanese tourists took 50,000 photos and poked it...probably thought it was a pokemon.

Kangaroos are pretty safe too.
These gay tie-dye birds were outside my window this morning.
Despite dressing like fags, they were gangsta as. Any other bird that tried to front on their sh!t they merked up.
At the koala place, the koalas were straight chillin'. They can do what the f**k they want at that place, just walk around like the rest of us non-koala folk. But they don't 'cos they're too busy not givin' a f**k.
This one just slept while 1000 Japanese tourists took 50,000 photos and poked it...probably thought it was a pokemon.
Kangaroos are pretty safe too.
Sunday, 8 June 2008
VB ain't shit
So I'm in this country right now, 9 hours into the future from the 5 of you that read this sh!t. Working for 3 weeks at The Australian and Daily Telegraph.
21 hour flight was an utter killer. Stopped off for a ciggy break in Singapore after 11 hours of some c**t kicking my chair and my tv not working properly. Got on a different plane for the last bit of the journey, chair-kicking c**t was gone and my tv worked, stoked.
On the way to the house, the bloke I'm staying with told me loads of gnarly stories like how he found a mad poisonous snake in his BBQ and then chased it round the garage with an axe. Sick.
First day in the city, ultimate tourist.

Don't have any idea what the point is.


This knob was juggling a knife, a flaming torch and an apple whilst balancing on a BMX suspended on a 20ft pole. He then begged for money after so I gave him 50 cents.

These guys were playing this mad techno aborigine music...I gave them $5 'cos they were hella better than the other twat.

You can walk across the top of Harbour Bridge. It's gnarly as, the railing is tiny and you get harnessed to it 'cos death is a given. It's $150 to do it though.

Some Indiana Jones sh!t.

Getting arty with the opera house.



More photos to come unless a funnel web spider tries to bite my cock when I go for a sh!t.
21 hour flight was an utter killer. Stopped off for a ciggy break in Singapore after 11 hours of some c**t kicking my chair and my tv not working properly. Got on a different plane for the last bit of the journey, chair-kicking c**t was gone and my tv worked, stoked.
On the way to the house, the bloke I'm staying with told me loads of gnarly stories like how he found a mad poisonous snake in his BBQ and then chased it round the garage with an axe. Sick.
First day in the city, ultimate tourist.
Don't have any idea what the point is.
This knob was juggling a knife, a flaming torch and an apple whilst balancing on a BMX suspended on a 20ft pole. He then begged for money after so I gave him 50 cents.
These guys were playing this mad techno aborigine music...I gave them $5 'cos they were hella better than the other twat.
You can walk across the top of Harbour Bridge. It's gnarly as, the railing is tiny and you get harnessed to it 'cos death is a given. It's $150 to do it though.
Some Indiana Jones sh!t.
Getting arty with the opera house.
More photos to come unless a funnel web spider tries to bite my cock when I go for a sh!t.
Thursday, 22 May 2008
Bossman, Basi and Ben visit the dutty East
This happened about 2 weeks ago but I've been slow on the updates recently, the heroin addiction is getting a little out of control. For a way better, less half-arsed account of what sh!t went down, bleed your eyeholes over Bossman's blog...blog photo-ing with an SLR is cock so I gave up halfway through the day.
Bossman bought the soul stealer along to film an Ip-sh!t section for Dead Nuns...I request the music for it to be either Blondie or the Stone Roses please Phil, I'll get you a dip-dab or somethin'...I think Matt wanted some bullsh!t like Ray J or some bollocks like that...can't remember right now...pretty sure I've got that wrong but it was twat either way.

Ben nicked some drink thing from his Dad's church...I think it was Holy lemonade...I think he's havin' some kind of revelation here or something and probably told Basi some deep, heavy sh!t like all McDonald's buns have 98 sesame seeds on.

Matt decided he wasn't going to stack anything and didn't...making us all look sh!t with the bare footy he racked up.

Watchin' Matt's 8th trick in as many minutes.

Gorm was up for the shred.

Sean was lurkin', bein' way more hood than you could ever hope to be.

After taking at least an hour to actually leave the park we went for sesh in the raw streets of South Central Ipswich. I'm pretty sure other sh!t happened between going to this spot but I didn't shoot any of it. Bossman did though, that's why he's Bossman.

Dave put some nose-blizzle slizzle efforts in but the block needed some waxy greasing and Matt left the wax at the park. Never mind, bladers could use it to wax the floor and skid about on it in their sag-a-bag trackies.

Everyone else got distracted by the big box-o-toys. Basi slam dunks God's bouncyball.

Ben tore it up on a midget's bike.

Chandos just tore himself up instead.

Ben skips like a gay...in fact, don't think there is a non-gay way to skip.

Illin'...a few 5 yr olds probably got into smoking thanks to the ciggy butts me and Basi put out on the playground.

Gorm ate sh!t doing this. Go back and av' it Normo!!!

Dave takes the piss. Back lip I hear?
Bossman bought the soul stealer along to film an Ip-sh!t section for Dead Nuns...I request the music for it to be either Blondie or the Stone Roses please Phil, I'll get you a dip-dab or somethin'...I think Matt wanted some bullsh!t like Ray J or some bollocks like that...can't remember right now...pretty sure I've got that wrong but it was twat either way.
Ben nicked some drink thing from his Dad's church...I think it was Holy lemonade...I think he's havin' some kind of revelation here or something and probably told Basi some deep, heavy sh!t like all McDonald's buns have 98 sesame seeds on.
Matt decided he wasn't going to stack anything and didn't...making us all look sh!t with the bare footy he racked up.
Watchin' Matt's 8th trick in as many minutes.
Gorm was up for the shred.
Sean was lurkin', bein' way more hood than you could ever hope to be.
After taking at least an hour to actually leave the park we went for sesh in the raw streets of South Central Ipswich. I'm pretty sure other sh!t happened between going to this spot but I didn't shoot any of it. Bossman did though, that's why he's Bossman.
Dave put some nose-blizzle slizzle efforts in but the block needed some waxy greasing and Matt left the wax at the park. Never mind, bladers could use it to wax the floor and skid about on it in their sag-a-bag trackies.
Everyone else got distracted by the big box-o-toys. Basi slam dunks God's bouncyball.
Ben tore it up on a midget's bike.
Chandos just tore himself up instead.
Ben skips like a gay...in fact, don't think there is a non-gay way to skip.
Illin'...a few 5 yr olds probably got into smoking thanks to the ciggy butts me and Basi put out on the playground.
Gorm ate sh!t doing this. Go back and av' it Normo!!!
Dave takes the piss. Back lip I hear?
Thursday, 8 May 2008
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