COME ALONG THIS SATURDAY!

ARTE

In between the irregular p'ohdo postings, I want to keep this blog alive and useful. So I'm gonna start adding images that inspire and excite me. Stuff that I love looking at, stuff that makes me want to create!

Let's see how we go.

emm tee vee a-rama

well, eventually jack had to post his pohdo's...
some 18 months later
he was there...
with a crappy digital, as guest to the host's....
did someone say, "hey, dude, are you family?"
hmmm.
and in several & many months later we have eventually post'd sumfinK
to let you know that, yes, we give a shit about the blog...
or something...
fanx for the view...x

the greatest quote...

"an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind"

hope springs eternal...

...or some such rubbish.
didn't get the house. but we're moving on...
and keeping busy. moving work. working and moving.
completed the artwork for the new no through road album,
i did the photos and design, while adrienne beautifully handwrote the liner notes.
comes out in a month or two on unstable ape records. i hope it turns out well!
watched the final episode of the second new series of doctor who a couple of days ago.
i'm not too ashamed to admit i got all choked up at the end...
who'd have thought in 2006 we'd have quality sci-fi drama from the BBC?

making a concerted effort to do as much in each day as possible... been feeling rather like a slothful hermit in the past couple of months... i don't want to see this as a way of life.
i want action!

where you been? ain't seen you for weeks...

yes, it's been a while.
so many happenings, so little time to write it all down.
to make sense.

i didn't think my addled brain was still capable of learning all the things it has taken in over the past few weeks.
salt damp? pest control? internal wiring? adequate drainage?
urgh?
possibly in a month's time the pohdo family will be relocating to their first, purchased house.
the australian dream? possibly.

it's all pretty exciting.

WARNIE THE STALLION

FROM ABC.NET.AU:

WARNE CAUGHT OUT ONCE AGAIN...

Shane Warne, no stranger to off-field shenanigans, has been caught out again, pictured in a British newspaper allegedly romping with a pair of models.
The News of the World tabloid published pictures of Warne standing in his underpants while a blonde and a brunette, both topless, fooling around with a blow-up sex toy.
The weekly tabloid also ran explicit text messages allegedly from the spin bowling ace, who is facing an expensive divorce battle with his wife Simone.
The threesome allegedly happened on Thursday night in a plush London flat - before the 36-year-old racked up some more impressive figures the following morning, taking 7 for 99 against Middlesex, his best performance yet for Hampshire.
Coralie Eichholz, 25, hailed Warne's innings. "Shane blew our minds. He was so fit. I'd give him top marks for more than satisfying us," the New Zealand-born brunette said.
"He was talking dirty all the time. It was full-on, hardcore and we had a great time. In the trouser department, he was above average.
"I've known him for years but nothing happened before because I knew he was married.
"But since his split he's been texting like mad. He even sent me one during a match."
Blonde television presenter Emma Kearney, also 25, said Warne had likewise bowled her over.
"Shane's a stallion and very willing to experiment. He loved playing around with the inflatable and was up for anything," she reportedly said.
Warne has had several well-publicised extra-marital sexual escapades.
The leg spinner has taken responsibility for the failure of his marriage, which has been blamed on a string of dalliances with young women which reportedly occurred since he moved to England to play county cricket last year.
After the 10-wicket win over Middlesex, Warne admitted he was feeling the strain.
He said in an interview: "If I'm honest, I'm tired out."

HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

RGIT iN EffecT

really good in theory was a smashing success... here's the Avant Gardeners... more shots soon!

welcome back, benner...

REALLY REALLY, GOOD IN THEORY

Hope you all can make it along to this! It should be a great day...

ritual de las habitual

a eso de las dos

mama knows bess't

MARKO of the BLAIR

Carn Aussie Carn

Another reminder that this country has gone down the toilet since the Hawke glory days...
Can you imagine Lil' Johnny H being this inebriated-up-for-the-grope-fucking-cool?????
I don't think so.

I WISH I WAS THE HIP PRIEST... ah....

I always had a soft spot for The Fall, but it's only in the last year or so that I've decided it's time to really investigate the HIP PRIEST and his merry clergy. Trawling through their catalogue is an intimidating prospect, what with 50+ albums to their credit; it's the main reason I didn't hit them up before - where to start and shit, where to stop??
My official Fall cherry-popper was "Palace Of Swords Reversed", an excellent example of early MES's bile and lyrical fuckkn genius. I play this record at least three or four times a week (much to the chagrin of my WERK collegues, fukkem) and I can't imagine ever getting bored of it. Next was "Extricate", "This Nation's Saving Grace", "Hex Induction Hour", "Grotesque", "I Am Kurious Oranj" and the latest find is their first: "Live At The Witch Trials". Crackers, every bloody one of them.
Which is why I wish I was Mark E Smith.
Sure, he was bashed profusely with the ugly stick at birth but this man's genius and his bottomless well of bile is just jaw dropping... He was John (RIP) Peel's DUDE, he's sacked more band members than I've had chicken schnitzels and he's married to one of the most beautiful women in rock (who plays keys in the latest line up). Fuck him, bastard.
He OWNS me now.
He will OWN you too, ladies and gents.
I think there should be a FALL tribute night thingy here in Adelaide, like one of those wack FOWLER's LIVE DAVID BOWIE nights or whatever. Imagine the fruits that would come out of the closet for that. It would be AWESOME.

howzat!

not to be a dyed in the wool rose coloured glasses ticket holder... but these were the days.
weren't they?
bring back the mo, bring back the fun.

day one: railway bluez

OI? whatryalookinat?
xxx

A NEW BEGINNING

This is what I must have felt like on New Year's Day '06... Unable to be anything else but vague and with a real bad taste in my mouth. The last thing I remember from the night before is a serious yakking session into a plastic bag in Adrienne's car.
Nice, don't you think?
Oh well, there's a lot of year left in 2006, so I'm sure things will be on the up and up from here.
Anyway - that pohdo was taken in 2004, pre-empting Slaughter and I's face-off. There's Bucko Palace in the background, and despite the beanie and scarf, it was a spring day and quite nice - it got much better in fact. I remember the sun coming out and due to a heavy night, I was in need of some sweet, sweet kip and feeling rather worse for wear. It had something to do with the hash I smoked from these two Iranian backpackers who didn't speak a word of English...anyway.
I splayed out on a slight slope in St James Park, resting my eyes for a half hour or three. Nothing could've been better, the English sun on my face, the cool grass beneath me and a sense of peace and belonging... truly one of my favourite slices of life ever.
I was awoken by this beggar:

Chewing at my feet.
DAMNED CUTE!
Shout out to Slaughter for keeping the squirrel flame alive...

We gotta get bakk over there...

sit back, put yr feet up and enjoy the ride

We've been on holidaze for a while. It was rather awesome, not a day wasted or regretted. Wonderful fun. It was great to hang with family and friends, shop and booze on like never before and also see the truly incredible Billy Childish and his Buff Medways.
So, we're back now (well, we got back a couple of weeks ago, but you know how these things are...) and this lil blog will get hit with mad pohdos from the trip. More soon.
Props to M. Slaughter for the truly artistic time he's having in London. Good work, boy.
And he's nailing the squirrel shotz - i remember having a snooze in St James Park a couple of years back on a bright sunny day and being woken by one of the pesky buggers having a gnaw at my shoe. They're the best.
And yes Slaughter, I'm FUCKEN jealous you've seen the Toulouse/Sickert/Degas exhibit... BASTARD! I LOVE U! hahahhahahxxx