Cheers!

Some mildly delerious contemplation about becoming a bogan in the west. No. Here's cheers for all the happy hours that I missed with people over the silly season.

Sir Prance-a-lot

Lamaze child toys turns into private joke. Too close for comfort Uncle Jeremy, you fruit you. Thanks to MEBIM for the technical support in obtaining this 'jem'.

Busted!

Imagine strange hissing sound. I'm going to be listening so hard when back east to see if sprinklers are still in use. This was around 10am sun up full tilt. Crappy housing commission duplex with asbestos fences even has flat out underground watering systems. Impressive but insane suburban standards.

Sugar Cane Processing

As a young tacker my grandparents took me and my cousins to a sugar cane processing plant near Cairns. This shit really really stinks. I was thinking about trips to Port Kembla when I remembered this other Aussie icon. Sure this poster is American, but great font and her hair is fantastic. Let's dance.

More schmultz

Perth has exhausted me.

Keepin' the raft wet

And the dry rot at bay. Yar. Bubbles on christmas morning.

Sister Action

Super mum. What a gal, I'm so proud I could burst. Not looking forward to goodbyes tomorrow. There's gonna be Tina Tears. We can always use another hero. And all the private dancers we can muster. Unnghhh. All the men come in these places...