Home Sweet Home

Got back from a weekend back in Saaarrfolk to find this...the fort had been destroyed and every space of carpet was covered in broken glass


But thankfully there was also this

High...er...education?

After several months of neglect, like an unwanted bastard child, the four lucky people that look at this sh!t get two updates in a week. I'm at uni and Ben's takin' photos of sh!t in club toilets. Matt's got his own blog going on too, check out his womanising hi-jinx on that.


The cell. Bottom floor window means plenty Life of Brian morning nudity moments.

Necessities.

Ebay is the mutts nuts.

Another ebay purchase.

Floor outside my window covered in joint butts

Forts are bitchin'. Got a proper workin' front door as well. Hot boxes a treat.

Yeah, you're jealous.

Bare graff.

A window by the stairs, perfect to trip down wasted of your ever-loving tits and smash through.

The last people in this house had a game called "secret penis."

Having an upstairs kitchen is bullsh!t.

F**k that Lawrence Lewlwlwllyn Bowen prick, my room decorating skills are killer.

Five minute walk to classes.

Actually lookin' mad tidy.

Munch stocks. Peep the PG monkey.

The essentials.

Crails, dolphins and melted eclairs.

Robo, Gorm and myself took full advantage of this 2 week summer and buggered off to Crawley for the day.

Gorm's 'excited' face.

Hardcore petrol station snacking went on.

That bridge.

The thought of the bowl at Crawley made Gorm a bit frisky and he kept giving me The Eye.

No idea how to caption this but the bus was called Baker's Dolphin (???) and driven by some mad gurning old man with 2 teeth.

We got there...

...and the park was sick.

Robo got down to business on a foot high quarter.


Gorm shot this one.

Other activity went on but I failed to bother to photo it. SO settle for Robo's tit session.

Third Week in Oz

These three geeks stopped wanking off to Warcraft long enough to create a Facebook group for the Sydney version of the famous NYC Grand Central Freeze. Basically, a couple thousand people would mill around somewhere and then all freeze dead-still on cue, thoroughly trippin' other pedestrians out to f**k.

I bet if Kanye started to wear a jockstrap filled with jelly babies and hang dead baby mice from his ears, this prick would also do it. Cock.

It was the biggest congregation of Indie kids I'd ever seen.

The ginge tried to be all funny with his megaphone...he ain't got sh!t on Pikey.

I got bored so wandered around for a bit...two old men were playing giant chess 'cos their eyesight was too fucked to play normal chess.

One of the places the freeze thing was at was that skate spot, Martin Place.

This photo don't do it justice, but this bloke possibly had the world's most epic comb-over.

Later, a few girls were wearing pink for breast cancer awareness. The photographer I went with was gettin' his mack on but they weren't havin' it...access denied.

This guy is the minister for transport and apparently he made a total balls up. He just stood there for 15 minutes makin' the same answers and lookin' like a total bellpiece in general. Remind me never to be a politician.

Wen to the Blue Mountains too...was pretty gnarly.

Last job was another rugby game. Spent it running up and down the sidelines like a mug and ruining my knees for a couple days. Still fun though.









Cheerleaders mate.

These guys were so happy, they did proper slow-motion cheering.



And that's it. Had a quality time in Oz, thanks to everyone at The Empire. You're all safe as.

Sam Mooy is a legend.