Block off the roads and let everyone be stoked

Its midnight on Saturday. I just woke up after sleeping for most of the day. What am I meant to do now? Here's an email that I got from Mavie the other day (I had to delete the secret part relating to the movie industry which I'm sure will all come to light soon. Its not really that exciting just funny)
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Hey flappaneck,

I'm at the Airport about to get on a plane to London..... all goes well and I'll be in Bangkok in a couple a days. I'll be there dotting around until Christmas. I kinda shanked my flights so I'm getting on a plane Christmas day and arriving back in Melbourne on Boxing day. I had to pull a rabbit out of hat to make all this happen last minute but I'm stoked. (As Mavie's travel agent, I'm pretty sure Cam Cadby was responsible for the derabbitting of the hat, and he is on holidays in Nepal) I have a small bag with me containing a pair of cut offs, a camera, 6 tee's and an Ipod and a pair of white gaunlet gloves for dirt biking through Loas??? Michelle just recieved your package and wants to know if she can sell your zine in her shop. I just got back from SF and Portland. Lori D was stoked on your tattoo. I got to see her anamation. 7 years work in 15 minutes. Gold!!! Shit I gotta board my plane. Let me know if anyone needs a room mate in the new year......oh yeah I was in SF on the Election night and the whole fucking town went crazy..people dancing on the roofs of cars taking over, the cops just had to block off the roads and let everyone be stoked. A guy handed me some bottle rockets and we started firing them into the crowd. I hit a dude in the hand and my friend Andrea hit a cop car....good times gotta go

I guess we'll be seeing him soon. My theory is that he's coming back a day after Christmas so he doesn't have to buy any presents.

This week I made a cake for Sarah






Then I went to her party with the intention of not staying out too late. As usual that didn't really go according to plan, hence me wasting another perfectly good Saturday staying in bed feeling like butt water.
Here she is sulking at not having much luck breaking open the pinata



Then she despatched the blind fold in a ....blind rage (sorry), climbed on the table ripped the pinata off its string and smashed the crap out of it on the floor. Did some one say pent up aggression?
"Yeah I have a paper mache llama on my head, no big deal"


Slice of ham anyone?



Finchy told me that the Sausages looked vegetarian. I told him that technically they were

Big Trannies

What do you call a piece of crumbed chicken that is about to be in charge of the most loathed country in the world?

Barrack O-parma

Hopefully he can fix a few things.

Best back yard half pipe ever

Dave built this for his kids, Mac and Eddie. Eddie, the 1 year old in the picture with the sweet gangster strides, managed to run off the back of the platform and land face first in soil.

Backyard tattoo party featuring Beached As Dan and some Morrissey fag.



I forgot to put this last photo of Halloween up. Noonan, dressed as Shreddy Mercury, passed out in James' back yard. We added a few improvements to his costume, which was basically everything that we were sick of wearing. The always thoughtful, Knitty (featuring brand new spelling) decided to help him out by placing an egg in his leggings. He woke up about an hour later when the egg broke.

He is also helping out by nursing my baby mummy. The one with hang loose hand and the goon bag tapped to his back. I'm a proud parent.

This is one of the drawings that I've been working on for Birkenstock. There's 5 more to come.

Hey virgins, thanks for nothing

Halloween happened. I stole the idea for the flyer from Andreas' fictional band of the same name. I believe they were previously known as JFKFC. Fictional bands can pretty much change their name (and line up) when ever they want.


Anna took most of these photos. I didn't really take any. I was too busy squirting after birth at people.
As you can see below Tim had the most disturbing costume.
Fitzroy used to have a lot of these fire twirling types hanging around but none of them can afford to live there anymore so they all moved to Thailand.... or cleaned up their act and got fixed gears and decided to try living in a bikesexual relationship. That is probably not true, what would i know.

Fake Evel Knievel






James dressed as Patrick Bateman from American Psycho. He asked me to make a Huey Lewis and the News tape cover for him but all I could find was Spewy Lewis and the Booze.


Helen looked out of this world

Jeff ran this epic fishing gear two nights in a row. Didn't catch a thing.


Me and Chris had a mummy's club meeting.
Now to explain my outfit because, like usual, no one really got it.
I was meant to be a pregnant mummy, a mummy to be. I realized the retardness of the whole idea about 2 minutes into the 3 hours that it took me to get into the stupid thing. Along with my baby mummy and some fake, poorly positioned tits, I also had a cask of Banrock Station cab sav in my pregnancy bulge, which was good for squirting at people, a la Gwar, and drinking.

I made fake blood out of jelly and icing sugar this year. It wasn't very authentic but it tasted nice. Last year I learned the hard way that fake blood made of corn syrup looks good but is really sticky and will rip the hair out of your legs, and other sections of trouser anatomy, when you take your pants off. Assuming that you are stupid enough to get it in your pants.

This was taken the night before, Nick is trying to get sponsored by Baker

Yeah Melbourne, nice Halloween