Sunday, July 24, 2011


'Lo all.

I am trying to keep up. Four so far for July... I suppose it could be worse.

Anyway, busy couple of days (lol not really). I haven't been getting much sleep, and when I do it's at very strange times.

Thursday, was summoned to Ponyfish Island for a few drinks with Emily and Jake, we ended up at a Belgian beer place underneath Eureka Tower and had overpriced buckets of Belgian beer. And I do mean buckets. If my camera still worked I'd have taken a photo.

Then Friday, visited Bec's new house, which seems pretty cool. Met some people, chatted a lot about the Beatles, and discussed Meredith and Harvest (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET THERE BE SOMEONE I KNOW WHO WANTS TO COME I don't want to go by myself... I guarantee you'll have a good time watching the Flaming Lips, at least). I'm tempted to save up a bit and hit Meredith as well, even if they've only announced Icehouse (...meh) and Grinderman (OH GOD YES) so far. It seems like the most awesomely chilled festival. So it's looking like it could be a busy few months, Children Collide and DZ Deathrays next month, then Vasco Era and (HOPEFULLY) Digitalism and Death From Above 1979 (same problem as Harvest with that gig... but we'll have to make sure there's sideshows), then Meredith, No Sleep Til (they had some good stuff last year, sue me), and Falls, if the lineups are solid.

Yes, I can dream.

Yesterday I got up at like 5 in the afternoon, stumbled to the MCG and watched a thrilling game of football (for a Carlton fan). It was neck and neck til the end of the second quarter, then we scored seven goals straight. Eddie Betts kicked eight himself, Judd had at least a dozen assists, and Walker took an absolute screamer (which, as Bernice continued to remind me, I missed as I was checking my phone). To celebrate, Bernice, Pat, Jordan and I headed to Prudence and got smashed.

So here I am, Sunday night, not much going on. Baz just cooked up some steaks. Crazy stuff going on outside though. I do feel sorry for Cadel Evans, as soon as he wins the tour a famous drug addict dies and steals his headlines. And that business in Norway, jesus god. As a media kiddie, I'm a little morbidly interested to see what gets more attention, a singer dying or 90 people dying and forcing an entire country to look at their values and such.

Anyway. I don't have much planned for this week, though this time next Sunday I'll be at the Princess Theatre watching Dylan Moran. Not going to lie, more than a little bit excited.



Saturday, July 16, 2011


'Lo all.

Strange how facebook works, just casually chucking these posts up when it feels like it. I'm tempted to disable it, since I can't control the bastard. Oh well.

So a busy couple of days. Sorta. Last night hit the town with Wakely, killed time in Polyester and I was sorely tempted by a Baths vinyl single, then we met Aiden at college and played some abysmal pool. Went out to Melbourne Central and caught up with Pat, Jake and Shalee, who seems cool. Had more than a few drinks (ten dollar happy hour jugs, fantastic), then Wakely, Aiden and I dragged ourselves out into the cold.

Got some free toasties and watched some of Le Tour at St Hilda's, then trammed it down to RMIT. Saw Jake and Pat on the way with some new friends as well, weirdly. When we got to the studio, an old guy was playing some hardstyle (interesting), then we took over. Over four hours, we waffled about upcoming gigs, bitched about Harry Potter, and discussed Le Tour. Took some requests (not the Simple Plan one though; any radio show I'm involved in will not be devolving to that level), and all sorts of random crap. Cold Chisel, Flying Lotus, Queen, My Bloody Valentine, White Stripes, Children Collide, ELO, The Strokes... Shaky start (which is of course when we had the most listeners, sorry about that) and only two working mikes, but still, it was fun.

We regrouped in maccas over hotcakes after leaving with Sympathy for the Devil, then I jumped on the train as the sun came up. Painful.

Collapsed in bed for five hours, then got up and made my way to the footy to watch Carlton lose to Collingwood again. Not that I wasn't expecting that. Caught up with Bernice and Emma, and now here I am at Alfred st. Still half asleep, I think.

Dunno what's going on this week, hopefully not much. Looking forward to starting the newest GRRM book, to be honest.



Thursday, July 14, 2011


'Lo everyone.

Such adventures I've been having lately.

Spent the last week reading Harry Potter, I'm almost finished, then I'm going to scream through the Game of Thrones books, since the fifth one just came out. This is my idea of a relaxing holiday, so screw you guys.

Hit Dracula's with the rest of apartment 102, since we had to show Tammy and Anna as it was on their List. It was enjoyable, I suppose, corny as hell and aimed more towards tipsy middle aged women, but still. We knew one of the bartenders, who gave J Woosh a fright towards the end. Questionable music choices, I'm not sure that Black Eyed Peas and Kings of Leon have anything to do with the "vampyre", but whatever.

We moseyed over to Melbourne Central after that, had a couple of beers at Cho Gao, then joined the horde at the cinema. Most of them were dressed up, we felt a little out of place. Bonus marks to the person who came as Voldemort in a swimming cap.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2 - ***
Big and flashy, but disappointing. There's bits that just don't seem to fit, and they left too much out. Still, the beginning is fast, but then, that should leave more room for scenes from the book, not meh additions or needless slow motion bits. Oh well.

So yeah, not much to report. Been up at odd hours reading, which I'm sure isn't good. There's the prospect of further adventures on Friday night/Saturday morning, keep an ear on SYN radio...



Sunday, July 10, 2011


'Lo all.

I know I said I'd post more in July. Things got in the way. Like lack of internet. Or obscene amounts of alcohol.

Anyway. Hit Turf the other Monday with Wakely and Emily, caught Aiden and generally got drunk. Not much else going on for the next few days, then headed back to Sale on Thursday for a run at the Star with the lads. Karaoke at Ringer's really sucks.

Next day joined the convoy headed for Seaspray. Terrible drive in. I still hate it. Was good to catch up with the girls at the campsite though, once Pat and I convinced Denny we'd drove past it. Had a few drinks around the fire while Pat devoured a watermelon.

Woke up cold but not covered in spiders, packed up quickly and ditched the girls after being iced by Steve (but I got the bastard back). Was good fun driving off with seven of us in our own cars blaring music as loud as possible all the way into Sale. Regrouped at maccas and met Isaac's girlfriend Amanda, then shipped out to Billygoat's Bend.

It was cold there too, I'll be honest. We climbed down the cliff and checked out the river, found some cool stuff like kerosene drums leaking black stuff and random tyres. Got pretty hammered that night, and nearly burnt through all of our wood.

We got up fairly late the next day and headed down the cliff again, this time for a bushwalk to some rapids. Except for the stinging nettles, it was pretty cool. On the way back up we thought we lost Denny, since he was behind everyone and hadn't emerged for half an hour. We spent another half hour looking for the bastard, eventually climbed back up thinking he was probably dead, or at least castrated. Turns out he'd climbed up a different way, but had neglected to tell anyone, so we found him sitting at the campsite making fun of us for being worried about him. Bastard.

That night, played some cards in Denny's panel van and ate a lot of mi goreng (comforts of home). I was exhausted so I crashed early, but I heard the rest having a ball playing a version of Kings.

Headed out pretty early the next day, got home and practically collapsed. May have gotten a cold, but oh well. I suppose I've had more fun camping (*cough*) but it was good to catch up with just about everyone.

Spent the next couple of days cleaning up the shed, I left a wardrobe full of boxes and a bookshelf with stuff in it, which isn't really much. On Wednesday, visited Pat for beer and Halo (which I still suck at, since when did they add jetpacks and laser swords?), Aiden and Fraser randomly dropped in for a bit.

Thursday, headed to Annie's in the Beardmobile with more wood for the shindig that night, met some of Annie's mates, then got chips with the droogs. I have missed the chicken shop. Hayden rocked up with a fat face from getting his wisdom teeth out earlier in the week, which was amusing.

Everyone nicked off to get costumes, so I headed to Annie's and chilled with Bernice and a dozen people I didn't know. Annie's new boyfriend is cool, good taste in music, and a couple of the others were alright. People started trickling in and we started getting wasted. Got a new pair of shoes off Emma (THANKYOU SO MUCH NOW MY FEET ARE NOT WET ALL THE TIME) and shedloads of lollies.

It is very strange walking into the backyard of a house party and seeing both your dad and your underage brother mingling with your friends. Oh well. Fraser's now got a notoriously bad photo on facebook for Patrick to edit, looking forward to how that ends up. I got dragged to the Star halfway through to help Jason and his folks out with trivia, I helped them go from fifth to equal second before I left (unfortunately they lost the tie-breaker). More drinking when I got back, then everyone headed to the Star for a bit (sans costumes, sadly Goku and Spongebob didn't make an appearance). We belted out Bohemian Rhapsody, got half the bar singing happy birthday to me, then the girls left. The guys stayed for more pool until last drinks, so we headed to Ringers. On the way we went past half the girls crying and shouting for some reason, which was strange. Either way, we made sure the city kids had a look at Ringers, then headed back to Annie's.

We were sitting around the fire laughing at the noises coming out of Bernice's tent for hours before it broke while she was in it, which pissed her off, so she went inside with Annie, Sam and Macca. Not enough room inside, Aiden and I thought, so we took off. Glad I got the shed, it was freezing bloody cold on the run home.

Next day, recovery, then dinner at the Star with the grandparents (we spend far too much time there). Headed home and caught some kids on skype, then once more back to the Star for some pool, then we got hammered at Ringers. I remember getting taken home by Sam at one point, so I must have had a fair bit.

Saturday, hungover and tired, went to Ocean Grove. Good to catch up with everyone down there. Beardman was in his element trying to get two laptops to work.

Yesterday we headed home and the kids saw Alfred st. Luckily the roomies didn't party too hard the night before. Still a mess though.

Since I burnt through all ten episodes of Game of Thrones last week (excellent series, read the book first though), this week I'm warming up for Harry Potter by trying to read all the books first. Barry reckons we're going tomorrow night. Challenge accepted.

Anyway, not a bad birthday week. I'll just need a week to recover properly.