Good idea, Bad Idea

Good idea: going home to bed after an all night session in the casino.

Bad Idea: jumping in a sewage infested (think of the Liffey) river in the middle of Melbourne while business watch on during there lunch break.

Paddy's Day

Being Paddy's and being the special day that it is I prepared for over a month in advance by growing a beard with the specific purpose of dying it green for Paddys Day. I heard St Patrick himself died his beard green before banishing all the snakes (and Germans) from Ireland way back in the glory days.

Armed with my festive beard and a really tall funny looking walking stick i set of in search of St Patricks own holy grail, a funny hat. Now who doesn't like a funny hat on Paddy's day. Nobody can begrudge any man or woman (or German) a funny hat on Paddys Day, thats a rule I just made up. So here comes hat No. 1
Its an alright hat, simple enough English bolar style hat, but theres not much to laugh at there, so the search moved on. And it didn't have long to go until we found the Holy Grail, hat No.2

This hat I picked off the head of a leprechaun running at full speed through the pub. This hat gave me the amazing power of getting away with licking random girls on the side of the face. Quite a magical hat indeed.

I think I found Mr Bud

"were lookin for Mr Bud"
"Mr Big Bud"
"Mr Bud Big"
"Ya thats it Mr Big Bud"
"Nah you fool, its Mr Bud Big"
"where would a criminal mastermind like Mr Ron Bud be hiding"
"ya thats it Bob Bud"

Oopps forgot this trip

I done another Bean, Cathy & Shane road trip and fortgot to tell you all about it. For this little trip we took "Amazing" Annie, a new addition to the St kilda flat. This time we went to Mornington, home of the rich and famous and we didn't really get into that lifestyle because we are neither rich or famous. Instead we hung around beaches singin "Cumbaya", everybody loves that song, check out Bean and Amazing really gettin it, those crazy hippies.

An old man offered me a whole packet of Wurthers Original to pose for this photo, and I stand by my decisions. I think its a very flattering photo. I did get a little bit weird when he asked me twiddle my finger around his..... nah, I can't say, ... its in his.... nah, I shouldn't. Gotta go..

Quess who this is

Who is this chick, if she didn't try and hide from the camera I wouldn't have posted it. Embaressed, not even a little, nnnnrrrrrrr

St Kilda

St Kilda is a funky little sea side suburb in Melbourne, its where I called home for a long time. Its a great spot that attracts the kinda neighbours you want went you travelling. Hookers come up to ya when you park your car and theres always a good chance of gettin some speed off the local fuck ups. Its got a nice little vibe to the area, heres a few photos I took at the tram stop. I think this place takes grafitti to another level its like this for 200meters. The guy on the drums there busks every night in Southbank using bins and pots and things as drums and symbols. I'd have his children if I could.

Cathys last night

This is the first post I've done in ages, so I'm going to have to jog my memory a bit. I think it was February when cathy left so we had a bit of a going away session, there was me and Cathy and all the gang, and then there was BeansKnee. A good laugh is BeansKnee, a good looking chap if not a bit hairy around the edges.It was all going so well at the going away party, every body was in a boisterous mood as you can see,

until BeansKnee started getting a few too many drinks in him. He started knocking back the Corona's and then the Tequila came. Some knees are just assholes when their drunk.





He started sticking his finger anywhere he could find it, this might jsut be a little bit dirty, so if theres any children under the age of 18 looking at this please stop now,


I just don't know whats going on here, but I know its a hairy situation. Then theres this photo that BeansKnee took, I think you can figure out what it is









So after that night I never spook to BeanKnee again, such a dirty little knee when hes drunk