Different Stokes

Mindsnare Skateboard Graphic

2011-08-30T22:32:00.000+10:00

The Bee's Knees

2011-02-20T22:43:00.010+11:00

If you click this link you'll see a short video of me and a bunch of other Element Advocates painting a big canvas we when were up in Sydney for the Happy Tree art show. I had so much fun on this day. I was kind of shitting myself because I thought I'd mess up the picture and every one would think I was a fraud but I was reasonably happy with what I painted, and the rest of the canvas looked great. So many different styles. I also got kind of drunk towards the end of the day and woke up with a bee tattooed on my knee courtesy of Sarah Larnach.
Below is a few of photos of the process. I painted the big rooster thing. Sarah helped me paint the plaid pattern in the background because it was taking me ages.

Easey Street Continues

2011-02-07T23:44:00.006+11:00

I have added a little bit more to the Easey Street Mural. Its been slow going, I've used a bit too much detail for a big wall I think. The number of spectators who bring me beer probably hasn't helped much either, although it is very much appreciated. I'll post a better picture of the skateboard on the marlin's nose in a few days. Incidentally his name is Rodney Marlin which is a joke that only ageing skateboarders will get.

I have made the "bar" a little deeper. I painted out the back ground in grey first, same with Rodney's skateboard.

I also ordered a few drinks which are not quite finished yet.

Hoon Team Board Graphic

2011-01-24T22:20:00.003+11:00

I forgot to post a picture of the Hoon team board graphic that I drew. I think its called the patriot model. Its a piss take on the Australian coat of arms. There's a picture of it here
http://www.hoonskate.com/product/

Easey Street - Round 2

2011-01-23T22:57:00.003+11:00

Some more progress shots of the Easey Street mural/sign thing that I've been doing. They have a big taxidermied marlin above their main desk so I painted one on the wall. I've also started adding some palm leaves behind the fake tiki bar. I basically just ripped them off that old Natas graphic with the panther on it. Jim Phillips is a genius. I'll be adding a lot more to this mural as I get the time. Its been fun so far.

Easey Street Tiki Pole

2011-01-16T21:34:00.006+11:00

Here are some more progress pictures of the Easey Street Agencies mural that I started a while ago. Most of the recent work was spent turning the fire hose box into a bambooish looking tiki bar type thing. I also turned the water pipe that feeds into it into a tiki totem pole with a skateboard at the top. Its been fun, I've had lots people come and hang out while I work on it and drink beers with me. Fun summer. See if you can find the Wu Tang logo.... its like a game of Where's Wu Tang.

Breakfast Club Sign

2011-01-10T22:20:00.011+11:00

Here are some pictures of a sign that I painted on the front of The Breakfast Club in December, 2010.
Day one was spent preparing the wall so I didn't bother taking photos of that. Here is the end of day 2. I should mention that in most cases I was only working in the afternoon, usually for around 4 to 6 hours, sometimes longer depending on the weather.

Day 3 Street View

Day 4

Day 4 from the street

Day 5

Day 6 Mavie came to help

Still Day 6 Mavie tidied up all the paint spills and dirty marks for me and by the end of the day it looked like this

Day 7

Day 8 - I've added some black leaves and started to darken the colour of the ribbons at katie's request

Then I added this skull which is part of the original logo for the cafe

The finished sign

Calendyarrr Art Show

2010-12-14T15:13:00.002+11:00

There's still Tshirts and Calendars available from the Yarrr Exhibition. They'll make great Xmas presents, and you'd be helping Micah cover the cost of creating the whole event.
What a champ.

http://www.yarrrclothing.blogspot.com/

Here's a picture of the one I drew

Calendyarrr Art Show

2010-12-07T16:22:00.006+11:00

I'm in an art show on Friday night in Prahran. The details are on the flyer below. I'm looking forward to this one, I think it will be really good fun. Come along and check it out of you can. Click on the picture to enlarge it.

Nothing To Nobody

2010-11-13T15:46:00.001+11:00

I was lucky enough to rate a mention on this awesome new Melbourne art website
NothingToNobody

Easey Street

2010-11-08T20:17:00.016+11:00

I guess I should start this with a very brief look at the epic night that was Halloween. I was a bit stuck for a good plan this year so went with what I thought was going to be a kind of boring costume idea. It turned out way better than I expected and everyone seemed to love it. If fact I didn't pay for a single drink all night. Thanks to the friends and random strangers that supplied enough beer for me become extremely charming, attractive, wealthy and invincible once again. (And a big thanks but no thanks to the dude who tried to make out with me)

As a side note, how awesome are the people who come to Halloween parties with out costumes and hassle the people who have made an effort to have fun? I wish I could be them.
Making stupid outfits of of cardboard is not the only thing that has been keeping me busy recently. I have also been painting a mural in the doorway of the new Easey Street Agencies building. Here are some progress shots.

As you can see it was dark when I finished. About 10.30pm to be exact. I still have a lot more to paint but i wanted to get it to a finished looking state for their opening party which was the next night. I wasn't there to enjoy the celebrations but I got to go to Sydney instead so I'm not too fussed about it.
On the week end just past, I was flown north by the kind folks at Element to be a part of this art show.
It was an amazing trip. Everyone else was working so the wonderful Lucy saved my ass by driving me to the airport. (Thanks again Lucy)
I was collected from Sydney airport by Troy Archer (A fantastic artist in his own right) and taken to our hotel. Through out that day I met or was reintroduced to a huge list of people, including these other Element advocates
Christian Halford
Beastman
Courtney Brimms
Kareena Zerefos
Brett Chan
and of course the supremely talented Sarah Larnach (who gave me a midnight tattoo in her lounge room)
I couldn't find much of Christian's stuff online but that link is definitely worth a look, as are all the others. There's some seriously talented people in this group, I felt a bit out of place. They're all quite attractive too, luckily I was there to keep everything grounded. I'll post some more pictures of that trip in the next day or two. Right now I need to catch up on some sleep.

Oh no, now wallaby gonna do about the car?

2010-09-26T15:52:00.016+10:00

Its a dead heat. Yep after this weekend the scores are all tied and I'm not talking about the footy. Kangaroos -1 versus me, also on -1.
You know when something bad happens to you and you get a bit pissed off, and then something else bad happens and you get more pissed off, and then something else bad happens and you get more pissed off, and then something else bad happens and you get more pissed off, and then something else bad happens and you suddenly realise that everything is so fucked that it just becomes hilarious.
It all started with my genius idea of driving to Canberra for an art show that I was involved in. (I'll be referring to every idea that I've spawned over this week end as a genius idea so get used to it)
I thought I might have been able to talk some people into coming with me. Turns out Canberra doesn't hold too much appeal to pretty much every person in Melbourne. Not even to Nate who was also involved in the art show.
I decided not to ride my motorbike after the last disastrous Canberra mission, which involved riding from 4am to 1pm with hardly a rest stop in freezing cold conditions only to arrive just in time to make 20 runs in a cricket match, which we then ended up losing. Later that evening a drunk dude named Cons smashed my motorbike into the front door of a pub. So rather than risk that happening again I asked Mum if i could borrow her car. Instead of her car, I got to take my step Dad's car which has some "idiosyncrasies" as Mum put it. They include the driver's side door not shutting properly, the petrol pump not working properly, the lights having some weird operating code that I didn't have the time to decipher and the radio being a total piece of shit.
I didn't find out about these idiot-sync-fart-clouds until I was about to leave.
So after dinner with Mum, Grandma and some other uncles and aunties on Thursday night, I started my drive.
(I noticed these money boxes that my Mum had made for Grandma on the way out of the house)

I drove as far as Holbrook which is a small town about an hour north of the border with a big submarine in the main street which I think is supposed to attract tourists or deter German and Japanese armies.
I was running low on gas so I decided this would be a good place to camp for the night. I pulled off the road and slept in the back of the car. I woke with plenty of time to get to Canberra, hang the art show and still hopefully have time for a skate before the opening. The sun was shining and things were looking up.... for about 1 minute.
Then that I discovered that the car had decided today was a good day to not work. I kept trying everything I could think of (not very much) to get it running until the battery died. Then after a few hours of phone calls to various parents and friends and a hearty truckers breakfast,
I decided to hitch hike the rest of the way. So I packed up all the art I could carry, which was mainly Nate's stuff, and started trudging along the side of the freeway with my thumb out. No luck at all. To my sheer amazement, not even the hot blonde girls in the wicked camper van stopped to help me. I gave up after more than an hour and walked back to the car.
I talked mum into joining the RACV and after a while a dude came to see if he could fix the problem. He had no luck either, so he called a tow truck.

The tow truck driver took it around the corner to a mechanic, whilst trying to convince me to spend some time at the local naval museum. Now might be a good time to mention that Holbrook is hundreds of miles away from the sea. Why they have a naval museum and a huge submarine there is anyone's guess.
Some how the mechanics managed to get it going by spraying some crap into the motor and hitting the petrol tank with a rubber mallet. So I was back on the road with almost enough time to get to the show. As it turned out I ended up only being about 15 minutes late, which meant I had to hang our artwork with the room full of punters looking on, drinking free booze. It turned out to be pretty good all things considered and the other artwork there was really awesome. One of Nate's pics was sold only a few minutes after I hung it up.
There was even a picture of Scotty G there, taken by Nello.

Obviously due the explicit nature of all things relating to Scotty it had to be displayed in a secretive booth

I didn't take any decent photos of the show. Here's a crappy one with one of my pics on the left, Nello's photo of Dave Adair in the middle and a picture of Dustin Dollin as the mad hatter done by Jack Tarlington on the right.

I ended up meeting some rad people and having a really fun night. Afterwards I got taken to some weird night club by Luke and Caroline which was probably the nail in the coffin as far as me not having a hangover the next day goes.
This bastard hangover really exceeded his mandate the next day. If there was a Coleman medal for hangovers he would have definitely won, not so much for his intensity but his sheer unbridalled determination to ruin my day. About an hour or two out of Canberra heading back to Melbourne I was beginning to feel quite unwell so pulled into a beautiful little rest stop area with weeping willows and a small stream running through it. There were people enjoying picnics and letting their dogs run around in the sun, the birds were singing.... then I drove in, opened the car door and puked all over my shoe.
At this point I decided driving would not be in my best interests so I climbed into the back of the car to have a snooze. I woke up a few hours later feeling marginally better, climbed into the drivers seat and discovered that I'd somehow been sleeping with the headlights on high beam. Needless to say the battery was flatter than a flat tire with a block of flats on top of it in the Bonneville Salt Flats. Stoked.
After more phone calls and an argument with the RACV who claimed they had no knowledge of our membership or the fact that they'd fixed the car only 24 hours earlier, eventually a dude came and got the car going again. By this stage I was beginning to wonder which witch had put a curse on me. The possibilities seemed endless so I stopped thinking about it. Fuck all y'all witches.
Okay, back on the road, I was fairly certain nothing else could possibly happen to me. WRONG. At about 8pm, going around 110kph, I ran straight into a fucking kangaroo. Actually it was probably a wallaby. Either way its dead now so I dont think it will care what I call it. It scared the shit out of me and fucked the car up. I'm lucky the little native treasure was bending down which meant I hit it with the front guard of the car and ran over it. If it was standing up it probably would have come through the windscreen and .... well I doubt I'd be sitting here typing this nonsense.

Dont Push Mong

2010-09-20T21:47:00.004+10:00

Aloha,
I'm in this group art show in Canberra which starts on Friday night. It has kindly been organised by Luke Brown and Tim Clement.

The art show that was in Sydney a few weeks ago was great fun. I flew up and stayed with Sean and Lyndall who got me drunk and made me fall over, and the next night I stayed up north of Sydney with the 2008 Brett Whitley art prize winner Amber Wallis of www.amberwallis.com fame. Hahaha she'll hate me for posting that.

The show in Sydney, called This Is How We Roll, was organised by J'aime Fazackerly and sponsored by Element Skateboards. Check www.skatetv.com.au to see a cool video that he put together of the opening night.
Below is my contribution to the show which is a drawing called Suicidal Pregnancies.

If you don't get the joke then you've obviously never heard of these guys.
I have more shows in the near future in Sydney and Melbourne. Details for them will follow at a later date.
Speaking of Element, if you're at all interested in highly skilled drawing check out Troy Archer's blog. (he works at Element but in my opinion he should/could be a full time artist)

Art show - This Is How We Roll

2010-08-19T08:41:00.004+10:00

I'm in this show tomorrow night in Sydney. Come by if you're in the area, it should be a good one.

Creative Aggression

2010-08-02T21:15:00.003+10:00

Tim Hillier has put together an article about me and Mavie for Creative Aggression magazine. Its about a time when I was painting a mural in the foyer of Vans in Melbourne and during the same period Mavie was constucting a pirate skate obstacle. He also gave me a hand with the mural, along with my step dad Terry, my sister Ange and the very talented Nate Gamble.

Hoon Hoon Hoon

2010-07-09T14:56:00.002+10:00

The new Hoon boards seem to be going down fairly well.

http://www.hoonskate.com/news/2010/7/4/new-gormet-series.html

http://clubmumble.com/2010/07/06/hoon-gormet-series/

http://www.lowcardmag.com/news/gormet-series/

For Hoon the bell tolls

2010-07-06T19:21:00.004+10:00

I recently designed some graphics for Hoon Skateboards. The finished boards have just arrived in the country. This is the first board series that I've done and from the pictures that I've seen it looks like they turned out pretty good. I'll post some of my own photos when I receive my boards in the mail, or you can see them on the Hoon website right now.
I have also moved to a new studio in Easey Street, Collingwood. I'll post some pictures of the other projects that I've been working on when I get some spare time. Until then, support your local Hoon.

Banksy? Nah. Banksia

2010-04-30T17:35:00.005+10:00

So last week some Melbourne city council worker painted over a little Banksy stencil in Hossier Lane and it some how made the front page of the paper. The so called "story" was also covered in so many other newspapers around the world you'd think that something important had happened. It was in every news bulletin on TV that night and was discussed on the radio all day. Here are some examples.
AUSTRALIA - http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2010/04/28/2884476.htm
USA - http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/29/arts/design/29arts-ABANKSYRATIS_BRF.html
CANADA - http://www.cbc.ca/arts/artdesign/story/2010/04/28/melbourne-banksy-street-art.html
UK - http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1269215/Melbourne-Council-orders-Banksy-street-art-painted-mistake.html?ito=feeds-newsxml

What a lot of hullabaloo. Anyway I went down there last night and, with the help of Dave and Adrian, I painted something slightly more Australian. (That is a Banksia flower for those who aren't up to scratch on their Australian flora)

Loser Machine Helmet

2010-01-27T15:00:00.004+11:00

My hilarious friend Leon asked me paint a motorcycle helmet for a brand called Loser Machine. He works for the company that is distributing them in Australia. There's some pictures of it on their blog here.

http://losermachine.com/blog/?p=1058

Motorbike trip - Fartzroy to Eden

2010-01-22T08:33:00.010+11:00

On Thursday I left work at 1.30pm and decided to ride my 20 year old CB250 Honda to Eden in New South Wales. According to Google maps its 557kms.

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It was a pretty last minute decision. I basically grabbed a pair of shorts, a sleeping bag and my skateboard, strapped it all to the bike and left. I didn't really think too hard about it till I was about an hour into the ride and realised all the things that could possibly go wrong. As it was the only bad stuff that happened was one minor crash in Genoa (The front wheel locked up on the gravel and I skidded into a post and I ended up on my back in the middle of the road. Luckily I wasn't going very fast.) and I ran out of petrol once but had just enough in reserve to get me to a service station.

The first place that I stopped was my old primary school. Even though its a bit out of the way I wanted to check it out. I barely recognised it because all the buildings have been replaced.

See that really tall tree behind my bike? I planted that in 1986. I keep meaning to carve my name into it. I actually had a pocket knife with me this time but there was some teacher peering out the window, probably getting all weird about me taking photos of a primary school, so I didn't press my luck.
My next stop was Mum's house in Warragul to steal a torch. Then I rode onto to Sale where I saw this skatepark and decided to have a roll.

The bowl was awesome but, just like every other small country town in the area, it had an appalling metal street course. Look at this quarterpipe that I saw in Cann River. I cant decide if its really good or an insult to the young local kids. 2 and a half feet high with a 2 and a half foot tranny.... I'm pretty sure Maunder would have been all over it.

I rode onto Bairnsdale and called Dad (who was staying in Eden) and he informed me that I wouldn't be able to get fuel after dark, past Bairnsdale. This was a problem because my tank only holds enough petrol to get me about 120kms which definitely wasn't far enough. At first I was going to just sleep under a bridge or a tree or something but it was getting really cold and looking like it might rain.

Eventually I came across this epic old pub in a tiny little town called Bruthen. (Speaking of which there are some brilliant town names in the area - Mossiface, Lucknow, Bumberrah, Boole Poole, Lake Bunga.... the list goes on.)
When I rolled up to this pub it was already dark, there were 5 or 6 really drunk people who, by the look of them, were all over the age of fifty. The oldest, and possibly the drunkest, was an old salt who asked if he could help me, as I approached the door. I told him I wanted a room for the night. He was amazing, he took me inside and looked at his bookings list and said that there was one room available. There was blatantly about 10 rooms available but I think he wanted me to feel lucky. He wrote down my first initial and last name and sent me down the hall way. I couldn't figure out what room he wanted me in so I asked him to show me. He escorted me to one of the rooms, and tried to switch the light on. When he realised the was no globe in it he muttered "Ah fuck some cunt from one of the other rooms has pinched the fucking globe. I'll try to find you another one." I never saw him again. I ended up reading the complimentary bible by torch light till I fell asleep. As a side note, isn't the bible a big pile of shit? Christianity is stupid.... see

I woke up at 6.30am feeling spiritually .... lightened would be more accurate than enlightened. I rode for a while then went scone hunting and came across a town that had a market type thing. Country people still sell tapes apparently.

They also sell booze at their petrol stations.

I eventually made it to Eden which is a rad little fishing village type thing. Even though Dad is only there for 6 weeks a year, he has the whole caravan park lifestyle on lockdown. He has a permanent site with an annex thing that he built around his caravan. And a decking with a shelter, etc, etc. He's even got a shed. He's built a bunch annexes for other people in the caravan park as well. He's creating an empire. And for some reason, everyone who stays there has leather sandle type things with sneaker soles and/or crocs. Dad had both obviously. I didn't get any photos of Dad's set up but I went with him to different caravan park to help him measure up another annex that he's gonna build for some other dude and saw this gnome haven near by. Its a really crappy photo but this guy had gone all out, keep in mind this is in a camping ground.

Some tourist photos

I talked Dad into to taking me fishing. He sucks at it. Next time I'm hoping one his friends will take me out on one of their boats.

By far the best thing in Eden is this mini ramp which is directly behind Dad's caravan. I heard some skate noise and asked Dad and he mentioned that there was a ramp so I went and had a look and my jaw went slack. This thing rules.

It was owned by a dude called Reese who was an absolute ripper and was also nice enough to let me have a roll. I was in a fair bit of pain due some mystery injury to my shoulder that only really bothered my greatly while I was in NSW, but I couldn't not have a quick ride on this thing. I love home made weird shit like this.

After spending a couple of very lazy days sightseeing and sudokuing and reading I started on the ride back which was awesome. The road between Eden and Bairnsdale is all windy and through the bush, so much fun. The only down side was that it was really cold and I'd lost my gloves on the way up. So i stopped at Cann River and bought some woolen gloves at a little general store and sat on a picnic bench to do the crossword. That's when a biker gang called the Fourth Reich rolled into town. There was easily over 100 of them, complete with swastika patches and what not. I decided it was time to get on my little Japanese bike and get out of town.

It started getting unbearably cold after that so I tried to keep my face warm with a Tshirt

By the time I'd gotten to Bairnsdale it had started raining a little so pulled over and called Dad. He was only about an hour behind me so I waited for him and we put the bike onto his trailer and I got a lift back to Drouin with him.

Once we were back at his house I checked the weather report. It said there was zero percent chance of more rain so I decided to head home before it got dark. I sat on the freeway for an hour trying to get home before the on coming clouds emptied on to me. Zero percent chance of rain my arse. With 10 minutes left to ride it pissed down. I had to stop under a bridge. Then I decided I was already so wet that it didn't matter so I just rode home anyway and arrived home vowing never to ride in the rain again. Next morning as i was riding to work it started raining again and I got to wear wet clothes at work all day. Rain can suck it.

2010-01-18T16:30:00.005+11:00

Christmas has been and gone. Here's Mavie in his umbrella hat and sippy straw cup and our Auntie Bernie with a Duck shaped umbrella, both of which they recieved in our family Chris Kringle. I was in possession of a ShamWOW for a few minutes but due to some odd rules one of my cousins took it from me and I ended up with a bike seat.

Captain Manouvers got into the spirit of things.

After doing all the family stuff through out the day I came home and did this in Photoshop.

Then I spent the next hour or so laughing my head off.

Found this old photo on my computer. Halloween a few years ago. That was the year I was dynamite in the sack. Dont ask me what the others are. Apart from Noonan (Teenwolf maybe???) and Mari(Gilligan) in the back ground every one else is wearing their everyday gear.

Danny sent this picture to me the other day. He'd tattooed one of my drawings on some guy who's obviously a Mindsnare fan.

In keeping with that theme, there's a dude in Queensland who has another drawing that I did for Mindsnare, tattooed on his leg. I met him at the Arthouse one day a few years ago.

Okay back to trying to remember my life. According to the photos I went to see JK again down in Rosebud. I see this Bungower Road sign every time I go down there. The green electrical tape modification that has been made to it is genius... and i don't use that word lightly.

The steeds parked out the front of the shop

Latimer was up on the roof with me while I was painting and found a virtually unused G-string in the guttering. BINGO!

The sign currently looks like this. I'm hoping to finish it in the next week or so.

And as usual I got unexpectedly assaulted by sun rays. Check out this divine new fire belt that I refused to take off for a couple of weeks. I loved wearing it so much that it had to be peeled it off me.

There's some pretty weird shit for sale in the shop. Anyone need a stuffed lioness in attack stance?

Or a display dome full off real dead person?

I did some more sign work right in the heart of trendy land - Chapel Street. If you like sweaty meth heads coming out of Revolver at 3 in the afternoon munching their faces off looking only slightly healthier than the guy in the jar in the picture above, then you should head down there. You'll love it. One dude was hassling me so much that i had to pack up and leave. He thought I was some graffiti dude and kept asking me where i was from, who i knew and what crew I was in. He was fucking scary, I couldn't tell if he loved me or wanted to punch me so I decided to call it a day. And you Prahran wankers call Fitzroy the dirty side of town. Yes I'm talking to you Al, Niddy, Ralph, Cheese and who ever else lives over there. Yay for hair product. Chapel Street rules!

Ruth is still into food

I saw this Tshirt with some sweet piercings but didn't buy it. Must have been having an off day

Happy bike. Probably gets ridden by a hot girl I'd say.

Charlie Wilson

Arlo Maglaris

Nick Burton (NYE 2009/10)

Awesome.

I've recently drawn a poster up for the Belco Bowl Jam which is in a few weeks. After my first idea ended up on the cutting room floor

they decided to use my other drawing

Thanks for the lack of memories

2009-12-13T19:23:00.007+11:00

I've decided to make more of an effort to update this blog, mainly because my memory has almost completely stopped working due to some epileptic spazz outs that I have had in the past year or so, therefore this blog will here by be replacing the part of my memory that I use for dumb shit.
The whole situation totally sucks but I'm on medication for it so hopefully it wont happen again. I guess that its better that people know about it... I don't know.

Okay so, from what I remember, Cass got a bunch of us in to see Slayer and Megadeth for free a while back. Thanks Cass, you're an angel.... a satanic angel, but an angel none the less.
I've never liked Megadeth but they were actually pretty entertaining. As for Slayer, they were awesome, apart from the fact that Tom Araya had lost his voice. They let one or two dudes from the crowd sing. One was okay, the other, not so much. I would have been pissed off if I'd paid $90 to see Slayer karaoke. The crowd was fucking brilliant and made up for everything. Three generations of Jim Beam drinking metal heads. (And I thought that shit made you sterile)
Here is Slayer shredding after hitting the lemsip

As I said the crowd was awesome. I didn't see any androgynous hairdresser's test pilots looking down their pretentious noses at the punters, which was quite refreshing. I guess you never get those types at metal shows. Good. Stay the fuck away. We got chatting to these dudes outside. They told me they were only 18 or something.

Of course they loved Mavie, almost as much as he loved them. If my failing memory serves me I think this was during a sing along of White Snake's "Here I Go Again On My Own"

My boss bought a whole Zebra skin, complete with sewn up holes in the side from where it had either been shot or stabbed or something

Fashion war.... Dave vs Charlotte.... lets call it a tie

Mavie busted his nose. He tried to roll under the bar during a high ollie contest while Barnaby was going over it. Barnaby landed on him and his snout hit the ground (I think)
Poor old Barnaby was more upset about it than Mavie. This is the only photo, which I took about 30 seconds after it had happened. A few days later he threw a tantrum akin, to a 13 year old girl who has just had her horse riding priveledges taken away, about any and all photos that I have ever taken of him so this maybe be the last one. Soak it up.

A few weeks later he got it operated on and I had to stay with him over night in case he drowned in his own nasal fluid or something. It was a fairly uneventful night apart from letting this guy crawl on my arm. I think Mavie was looking after it for his neighbour, which means - in a possible world first - I was nose sitting the lizard sitter.

A few months ago I heard that one of my favourite bands ever, the Spermbirds, were finally going to be coming to Australia to play. I went and bought 2 tickets even though i was broke, because i didn't want to go alone and I knew everyone would flake. At the time Mavie was over seas but by the time they played he was back in Melbourne so he got the ticket and came to see them with his freshly busted snout.
They were fucking awesome.

Al recently got his son's name tattooed on his arm

Speaking of Charlie, I went to his first birthday BBQ. How embarrassing these two showed up in the same outfit.

After Charlie had unwrapped his new car, I thought Al was going to explode with excitement. He was way more stoked than Charlie. Probably because Charlie got bored waiting for Fish and Ralph to assemble it. I think the fact that it didn't come with a Sean Sheffey ollieing over it may have confused them. Mentone driver training...

Here is the angelic Matt Merange modelling one of the Snuggies(TM) that I bought for Terri and Al as a wedding gift. And no he's not happy to see you, that's a camera.

Do you ever have one of those days when the simplest of decisions seems hard? When that happens to me I find a sensible way to compromise. See

Which frees up my brain for more important priorities such as coming up with this master piece.
How am I not a millionaire?

Captain Manouvers has begun sleeping like a kangaroo. Fucking weirdo.

At the end of October I was in an artshow called Armageddon Wasted. We set the show up on a Wednesday night, then I had some frosty beverages with these dudes because I hadn't seen them for so long. Despite the look of the set up we were DJing to ourselves through an Ipod. At one point I put on the Benny Hill theme song and we all started chasing each other around the room in what our drunken brains thought was fast forward. Then we realised the security camera was on.

God knows what the security people thought Jim was doing here with this concrete dust from the holes we drilled in the wall.

The show was great fun. Here's some pics

Close up of Dave Snow's beer chandelier

I gave my camera to Ruth for the rest of the night to take pics for me. Nice work Ruth.
I was surprised to see Becky (and Yasmine in the back ground) who I hadn't seen for many years. A few weeks later I went to an exhibition of hers. It was fucking great. Check here
http://www.redgallery.com.au/2009Shows/2009Show_14.htm

Nami looked pretty stoked

Unlike these two very friendly young chaps who are trying to look intimidating. In reality they're sheep in wolves clothing

Halloween came and went. This is what I wore.

Roopa bought himself a sausage making machine. Here is Clancy sliding a few meters of intestine onto the ??? I guess you'd call it a spout. Meat tube maybe? The flesh funnel? As you can tell I'm far from an expert in the field which is why I was intrigued by the whole process. Roopa buys fresh meat and fat and other ingredients that I don't know about from the market and mashes it all up with herbs from their garden, then they squish it all into some sheep's guts.

As you can tell sausage making takes a lot of concentration and a lot of red hair

Keep squeezing them out boys

I had to leave before they twisted them in to BBQable portions, or "snags" as they say in the business.

This is what Roopa's hand looks like now. He assures me this is a non sausage related injury

I was asked to be in another art show some time in November at the Blue Tile Lounge. The theme was tikis and each artist was given a skateboard and a pair of shoes to paint. I was stuck for ideas so I decided to try my hand at carving.

I wanted the wood to look aged so I scratched the crap out of it and painted it with a combination of watered down vegemite and paint.

Masking out the bandana area

The black bits of the shirt are made from griptape

Here it is with the wood grain shoes that went with it.

Here's Niddy getting hit on by some kids mum at a skate contest. Those little koala glasses really pull the women, especially the leather clad ones.

Taking the term "vanity plates" to a whole new level

Me and Mavie saw this amazing scene on the way to see Obituary and Mindsnare play in Richmond. Broken down stretch limo receiving RACV assistance on Punt Road out the front of a brothel.

In more lizard related news I saw this 2 dimensional blue tongue lizard only a few blocks out of the city!?? He must have caught the train in

Sign outside the Black Cat. No wonder they play so much reggae music there.

After not having been to a family reunion since I was a small child I got invited to two in two weeks. The first one was at a bowls club. My cousin's car was out the front. His name is Camo. He was born in 1984. Last christmas he had a sticker on the back that had a map of Australia with the word FULL printed in it. My other cousins got so furious that he took it off.
I asked him why he has so many lights. His answer was "So I can see."

The bowls club was amazing. Being old is going to be great fun I think. Check out the awesome prizes they have. (Do you have to pay for the prize if you win it? And from what I can tell second prize seems to be worth more than first?)

And the ticket prices, one dollar each, or 5 for $5. Bargain!

The other family reunion was at Gumbuya Park. Holy crap, that place is a lawsuit waiting to happen. The rides are all crappy and the animals seemed sad. They have 15 or 16 year olds in charge of all the rides which meant that they let me ride the toboggan even though it was raining the second time i went down.

It was actually pretty fast. I bet people get hurt on that thing a lot. This is the weird contraption that gets you back to the top

You wanna have a game of cricket in the front yard? Yeah I'll just move the cars out of the way. Come back in February.

Sign of the times. Who knew?

Good name for your farm dude.

I saw this sign in Fitzroy. Pretty weird considering its full of wankers, I guess they didn't see it.

Speaking of signs I have been painting some lately. Here's one, pretty artistic hey? Shut up I need the money.

Here's another one that I've been doing for JK down in Rosebud.
Progress shot

Luckily Niddy came for a visit with two random dudes that I dont know. They were having a pretty good time being Australian as you can tell.

It was getting really hot so Niddy shed a few layers. Careful Niddy you've nearly lost your chicken skin coin purse.

It got so hot infact that I was getting sunburnt. Only one side of my body though because i was facing the sign all day. JK had no sunscreen and my socks weren't long enough, so I came up with this ingenious way to protect my leg. Again, how am I not a millionaire?

I was back down in Rosebud again this week end to paint some more of the sign. Dave and Kenny came for a visit. We went to the Rosebud pub for dinner. If you like expensive, poorly prepared, gruel in a food court environment, while being surrounded by families of large pink sweaty people, you'll love it. Obviously Dave did.

Kenny, not angry, just disappointed.

The next morning we were meant to go fishing but it was too windy. Kenny still looks pretty annoyed about the previous nights meal. Dont jump Kenny, I swear there is better things in Rosebud than the pub.

Le Wave for example

Or the never ending pier

Actually the best thing was in JK's shop. Its a model Kawasaki Ninja.

No wait, it's a telephone!!!

This is what the front of his shop is looking like so far. I haven't finished the sign at the top. I think they're going to be painting all the purple and green bits black too. I hope they do.

Vans Cake

2009-11-18T19:38:00.003+11:00

Its been a long time since I added anything to this blog. I've been very busy making art for various art shows and other events. I'm going to try to update it more often, mainly because I have a terrible memory and reading this helps me recall things that have happened in my life.

This is a short stop motion animation thing that I made with some help from Mavie. It is a cake that I was making for the Melbourne Vans store opening. Its the first time I've tried to make one of these movie type things with out any help in the editing department so its not exactly going to be making Spike Jonze nervous about his job, but it only goes for a minute so the visual pain wont last too long.

Australians all let us rejoice for we know who Mark Jackson is

2009-06-23T08:22:00.002+10:00

This

versus this

Clearly the second one is the winner. Infact i think in this case the internet is the winner. It just became a much richer place thanks to that second video.

3D graffitti and home surgery

2009-06-14T22:25:00.003+10:00

Home surgery

It takes days of scrubbing with scented soaps and lotions to get that dead skin smell off your body. As soon as I'd cut the plaster off I realised that my arm was still NQR. After a couple of visits to a doctor to be called an idiot, then an xray clinic, also to be called an idiot, they determined that my arm was fine. So who is really the idiot now? The guy who removed his plaster with a hand saw or two qualified doctors? No so smart now are they? In your face doctors.

It's not often that I eat KFC but when i do its good to go there with a pro. Al Wilson knows all that is worth knowing about The Colonel's menu. I just told him to order two of everything that he got so I too could eat like an expert. He even took me to a park to enjoy the sunshine. What a banquet.
Al and Kirby also hooked me up with a job to paint a mural in the foyer at the Melbourne Vans office. Al suggested a pirate theme. I asked Mavie to give me his best pirate pose for me to draw from and this is what he came up with.

I made what I could out of it

I've been working on it for 2 or three weeks now. Here's some progress shots.

I should mention that Mavie, Nate Dog and Terry my step dad have been a massive help while i've been working on this thing.

Stepped in the paint of course

One day I had a pretty bad head ache and asked Al if he could get me a panadol and he came back with a band aid and a glass of water. Thanks Al, real helpful.

Me and Mavie had to give Al a hand loading a bike into his car, which meant removing the head rests form the seats. Before we knew what was happening Al was asleep on the job.

Then I decided that I didn't like bits of it so it currently looks like this

More graffitti

Speaking of vandalism, Mavie (amongst other people) built a new unauthorised skate spot. Here is his work truck

And here is our Mum proudly standing in front of the finished product. She took me out there at about 9am on a freezing cold morning and forced me to skate. It was pretty funny.

I was riding past a place where Mavie and Thomsy (and me kind of) built a couple of wall rides under punt road a few years ago. They got jack hammered out by the council but some one else built this there afterwards. I'm guessing not too many dudes ride this one.

Last week I went to the Zoo York video premier. There's an hour of my life that I wont get back. Luckily there was free booze and pizza and these dudes.

Here's two young dudes with lots of beer and hair

This erection is nearly complete

Kicks and old flicks

2009-05-23T10:30:00.007+10:00

I spent all of the non hung over parts of last week end painting these shoes

Me and Nate were holding hands at the midweek private art fag convention in his lounge room so I got him to paint a pair too and they turned out awesome.

These are some old Vans that I painted a few years ago

Speaking of shoes, here's those ones that I painted for honorable Glen Scott while he was working at Dunlop, when they appeared on the illustrious pages of Dolly Magazine.

And here's some other old photos that I came across

Sydney coffee

Sydney bottle shop

Sydney surf board

Ruth's cousin, Louey's old gallery in Sydney.

Louey chatting to awesome art guy, French, while he muralises the Monster Children Gallery

Tom Jeppe woke up with this tattooed on him after a hard night on the booze. Yep he did it himself.

A few years ago I spent a couple of days teaching a bunch of naughty kids in the country how to do grip tape art. This little girl was the youngest and one of the smartest too. I think she was 11 and was having a real hard life due to having shit parents but she was so happy and enthusiastic. She ended up helping out some of the other, much older and dumber delinquents. This was the board she made which she'd tried to copy off this surf board that I painted a while ago. I think the one next to her's was her 13 year old brother's which is also pretty awesome.

In the spirit of even older photos than these (such as ramp in the Mindsnare loungeroom circa 1994 I think) check out Mike Kearney's awesome blog www.incaseyoudontremember.blogspot.com

And here are some pics that i forgot to put on the last post about the cricket (I stole them from skateboard.com.au - I hope I don't get sent to internet jail)

The Melbourne 11

The Canberra 11

The real winner on the day was cricket. Actually no wait, it was skateboarding. Any day where a bunch arse clowns like this stay off their boards is a victory for skating.

Sometimes I see things that are so awesome that I get angry with myself for not having come up with it first. Actually its happening a lot more as I get older. When i saw this picture it was one of those times.

Broken wrist = writing like a 5 year old

2009-05-18T22:39:00.003+10:00

Its been a while since i updated this blog because I had to go over seas to break my arm. Here's some stuff that happened before I left (I'll be posting the travel photos when I get my camera sorted out - meanwhile here's some pics from my phone.)

Actually this was way before I left, I'm guessing about 26 years ago at Lorne (I think)

These two young Beatles fans grew up to become these two professional responsibility avoiders. That person in the middle with the gleaming white teeth is our Aunty Bernie. She rules.

I'm not sure i know anyone who'd queue up for a ride in this car. Sweet number plate though

Despite all their praying to our father who art in heaven, it turns out the economic crisis has even touched some of the blessed cashed up Christians with brilliant taste and a passion for going fast.

The not so cashed up Satanists who only ever pray for forgiveness have found different ways to flex their need for ridiculous brand names. I've never understood why they named their company after a blow job.

Speaking of blow jobs, Karen had to blow the candles out on this cock cake that Jo Jo made for her.

Bread and skateboarding have always gone hand in hand.... unless by bread you mean money.

According to this article skateboarders are now known as toy vehicle users. I still refer to my skateboard as girl repellent but that hasn't really caught on just yet. Girl repellent jockey doesn't really have the same ring to it as toy vehicle user.

Okay onto more important matters.... The Shitfield Shield. The Shitfield Shield is a very important event on Australia's sporting calendar involving a cricket match, held in Albury, between a bunch of washed up skateboarders from Melbourne and hoard of toy vehicle users from Canberra. I was a last minute inclusion in the Melbourne side due to some professional Sri Lankan ring in not turning up.

I didn't realise that everyone on our side had bought whites to play in so when we stopped in Orbost for liquid supplies I ran into the local op shop and bought these white womens 3/4 pants.... they were 25 percent off. Obviously they needed some tailoring and decoration which I took care of during the rest of the drive.

We arrived late at the oval to find their team practicing in the nets. By "team" i mean a bunch of big dudes wearing all black and mostly covered in tattoos. I had not met many of them before and to me they looked more like outlaw bikers than skateboarders. I realised later that we probably looked the same only we were all in white which gave us a more angelic image. Our late arrival was part of Captain Nikeem's cunning plan, which was to keep the other side waiting which would mean that they would be drunk by the time we got the game started. These devious techniques didn't help at all.

Here's Nikeem enjoying his only chance at touching the trophy before the match.

Cons tattooed his "safe hands."
Yes this is a real tattoo. What a champion.

I dont remember much about the game (except that Junior and Nick both went out for ducks) but I do remember it was awesome fun and we didn't get beaten by as much as I thought we would. I think I made 6 runs or something but I stayed in for a long time while Hamish kept the scoreboard ticking over.

The Canberra team turned out to be awesome fun to hang out with. Definitely a good bunch of dudes, as you can tell by their stubby holders.

This is the hotel room that 11 of us slept in. Sketchy times indeed. You can see Cranimal in the background gearing up for some epic late night gymnastics which can be seen in the latest issue of Fuknoath.

The trophy presentation at the local pub. Some of the locals were stoked so we played another, way more hungover, game with them the next day. Junior still didn't manage to score. Way more stuff happened but I cant remember it that well because it was ages ago.

Here's some more pics of other stuff

Crafty smith grinding the new mini ramp at Coburg

James' inflatable deer head

Some poor fella's taco wheeled bike

At Nikeem's request we measured Captain Manouvers using industry standard cat measuring technology.

Nate Dog came over one day to hang out and be an art fag in the lane way and show off his owl tattoo.

Jo Jo declared a holy war on the ants of Fitzroy and surrounding suburbs.
The week before I left to go to America i was in an art show called the Clan MacLeod which Tom Gerrard had organised.

Because I leave everything to the last minute I had to take one painting in with me on the tram on the way to the show. How good was my packaging.

Life imitating art? No its just Roopa imitating Ned Kelly.

My boss Nicole came and bought her little dog Sassy.

On my way out I walked past this hair farm

Lets have a warm welcome for Colonel Harland Sanders on the 6 string manjo

2009-03-19T16:38:00.006+11:00

Thank you, thank you very much.

I'll give you a stimulus package

2009-02-26T20:36:00.005+11:00

I'll start this off with a picture of some beer I saw the other day. I'm sorely disappointed at the lack of rafting this summer. We'll have to fix that problem very soon. I didn't buy any of this because it was $33 for a six pack and it looks like it'd taste like all other expensive Euro beer.... shit. Good label though. I just noticed it say's there is whisky in it. French whisky. Of course there is, what self respecting raftman doesn't mix whiskey in his beer.

Okay onto the softbrawl. This year's game was a little different to every other year. Half the crew were in Sydney for the Bondi Bowl-a-rama and Beard-o-rama. Tim didn't have enough fun tickets to go to Sydney but he was repping the T that Al asked me to draw anyway. Please note Al's use of puffy ink. Good thinking Al.

Jim bought his ghetto balster. Him and some of the other dadolescents bought their children too. There was less tears this year and way more smiles. They're all growning up quick. They'll be old enough to play soon. Infact if Jim and Bec keep going the way they are they'll have their own team in about 6 years.

This is what life in the outfield looked like

I was looking for shade to keep my beer cool then i noticed this magic shadow that followed me where ever I went so I made good use of it.

For some reason we did team photos half way through the game. Here's us, the Westside Kings. Who comes up with these names. Westside versus Eastside??? Please. We all basically live in the same area. I wanted it to be the Biggies versus the Tupacs but Sebastian is racist so we weren't allowed to use those names.

Here's the Eastside..... I cant remember what they were. Queens maybe? Going by this picture it looks like they all from the Eastside sign language school.

Here's a picture of Matt, the winning captain, trying to squash Lily's bike

It wasn't working so Ella and Kai had a go on it. I think this is the bike that Jim told me he'd spent $600 on.

This is the post match team photo of the winning side. It was actually a draw and they won in the extra innings despite James' best efforts at wildly throwing the ball into the outfield for no reason and letting two of our runners get home. In his defence I think he hit 4 or 5 home runs so it all balances out. James is good at smacking the crap out things, carefully guiding them to a prescribed target... not so much.

Along with making her bike into a cross between a '63 Chevy Impala and something the Mods were riding in Quadrophenia, Jim has also been teaching Lily how to do graffiti. Last year it was break dancing, this year its graff. Next year she'll be racking paint and doing top to bottom whole cars.

This bag was originally my mask of shame for the post match team photo. I didn't bother getting anyone to take a picture of that with my camera. Lily decided to add a few improvements.

Amazing

Hilarious bike - check.
Bag on head - check.
Austin up front to do the pedalling - check.
Potato chips for energy - check.
Lets fucking roll.

Here is Anibal being sports dad with his soccerball and Kai taking a screamer over his shoulders and Austin doing some kind of wrestling move that I dont know about.

Mavie is not allowed to play because he's too argumentative or noisy or something. This is Lily tagging his new tshirt. Nice work Lily, you'll be all city before you know it.

We thought the hole in the bottom of this tree was probably inhabited by possums. On such a hot day we thought they'd appreciate a good cool down. Ice to see you.

Jim's girls thought we were trying to hurt the "squirrels" so we had to move the ice. Jim, on the list of things you need to teach your children (apart from how to break into the Hurstbridge rail yards and which Wu Tang albums to avoid) there's no squirrels in Australia and ice melts...in Australia. If there is anything else you need to know about Australia or raising children just ask, I'm your guy.

We filled the bin. What an achievement. I can go home satisfied now. Maybe call the folks, give them the good news.

Me and Mavie saw this fold up steed on the way home. It is pretty small, not small enough to be anymore convenient than a normal bike though. I mean its still chained to a pole out side. What's the point?

Okay I'm tired. Wait one more photo. Possibly the best photo in the history of imagery. It's a photo of a photo so you'll just have to take my word on how good the original looks stuck up on Dave's fridge door with a magnet.

I give you Dave Snow's dad dressed as Dame Edna Everidge, hanging out with Dame Edna Everidge. I'm speechless

Mushroom Cup's new puppy

2009-02-22T09:54:00.003+11:00

Cathy Mushroom Cup has a new puppy called Miro. He's as small as a shoe and friendlier than thirsty drunk girl with no money.

Is the pay packet half empty or half full?

2009-02-18T21:57:00.004+11:00

Left over photos from summer, prior to the temperature getting too hot to go outside and half the state burning down

Anyone need a gardener?

Turn's out he is really good at laying bricks too. I payed Mavie to fix the fence that I destroyed whilst trying to jump start my bike a few months ago. Turns out smashing it into a wall doesn't really help to get the engine running. Who knew? He did an amazing job and saved me a fortune AND to top it all off got really sun burnt because his head is so big that Tshirts don't fit over it anymore.

Swedish bikie gangs are no where near as intimidating as our ones

We went to the zoo. First time I've been there since i was a kid.

100+ year old turtles.... not the blonde one though

When we were in the aviary 2 birds swooped Helen, then later this guy jumped off the fence at her. They just let him wander around trying to hook up with girls all day.

I didn't get to see the seals which was the main reason I went. Thats because they are building them a new enclosure which, for some reason, has a huge Oregon style skate park in it?

Poppy's babushka's in Scotty's nutcracker

Mixa and Benny at their dress up party. Benny is the angry neighbour. I forgot what Mixa was meant to be but he looks pretty special in the pink shirt.

Mixa's new pad rules. Palm trees and a mini ramp. I didn't even bother going inside

New Year's Eve

Silent Yeff got a pigeon in his pit, then Nikeem laughed a little bit while Emilie tried to lick her.....?

I showed this photo of Scotty trying to get into Keifer Sutherland's sleeping position in The Lostboys, to Nikeem and he asked me how the hell he got up there.

This photo of the Nick Kilderry pro model step ladder seemed to clear things up for him though.

James bought this white sauce from Japan to Cam's BBQ. It's either gayonaise or brogurt, I cant remember which.

I drew up this dogtown tribute logo for him to get tattooed, he wasn't too interested though.

What's uff?

Hunter S. Gourlay

Some one was having a shocker

Due to her Viking heritage, Helen is awesome at rowing

Jo freaked out when she found this little lizard so I took care of him. Not in the Mafia way, just in the take him outside and put him out of reach of the cat way.

Beard-o-rama sneak preview

Cheese's birthday at Yellowbird. He bought a huge round of Tip Rats costing about $160 then tried to pick them all up at once and surprisingly dropped a few...along with his pants

The pants dropping was contagious

James is immune though.

Angie sent me these photos of the Stussy store in Chadstone, the fashion capital. These are Tshirts that I designed for them in their own display. Weird. They're retailling for $100 each. Weirder. Economic crisis be damned. Oh speaking of which I got half retrenched so if any one needs some freelance illustration done I'll have lots of spare time to it. Seriously I'm your guy. Please...

Its been a while

2009-02-06T20:07:00.003+11:00

Since my last up date I've moved house, been to hospital, had my first ever yard sale, booked a plane ticket to North America and seen Helen off to Sweden. Here's some pictures of the early part of summer.

Dad is one of those people who has a real shed (please note the remote control glider and hover craft. We never had this kind of stuff when i was a kid)

and for some reason with in that shed he has a vibrosaun. I have no idea what a vibrosaun is but it looked like the lid of it would be excellent for trapping people in a bath.... if that's what you're into.

The Dangerfield christmas party was its usual awesome self.
I got busted being bad by my boss and Brado (inventor of the holiday letterbox - it involves installing a paper shredder to your fence) got busted being awesome

The funky deck bolt got funky

So did Helen

The cool kid in the flannel and the Thrasher shirt below is Luke and Colleen's little fella. I'm an idiot which means I've forgotten his name. I'll probably be the angry old dude at the skate park telling him to piss off in a few years. I hope not.

Mafyew Wyweeeeeeeeeeeee got married to Anita. Pretty awesome wedding, although Nikeem was very disappointed that, due to weather issues, it was not held at the dolphin fountain as was originally planned. Anything that neglects the use of dolphins usually disappoints Nick.

Risky business photo shoot at Yellow Bird on the way to the wedding reception.

Something funny occurred at the reception, and, like usual, these two enjoyed the fuck out of it

Apparently Ben Michel told Matt he'd wear all white to the wedding when he was wasted one night. I'm pretty stoked that he kept his word.

Sarah, the puppet master, is having a marionette game of mortal combat against Niddy.
Niddy's marionette is using it's invisiblity power, while Sarah's marionette tries to confuse the opposition by using aggressive freestyle and popping/locking. Anita is in the back ground celebrating her earlier victory.

Kai with my board and a sweet hat/shirt combo. He's only about 5 and he's already twice as cool as most of our friends

Al is trying to stay in fashion so he got some new jeans

Unfortunately Silent Yeff went back to Canadia. I miss that $3 Aldi wine

Along with Yeff these three also moved away. End of an era. The house had bad carpet but definate good times, especially Nikeem, Scotty and me commentating CSI Miami.

I sold most of the stuff that I've been lugging around for the last 15 years for $300. It felt weird.

Shane Skillz

2009-01-23T21:40:00.001+11:00

The future is looking bright

I'm as serious as cancer when I say that rhythm is a dancer

2009-01-23T20:41:00.003+11:00

Trafalgar Skatepark Graffitti

Jesus saves the fuck out people who dress up like psychopaths and annoy people.

err?

I gave Nick and Emily a framed copy of the picture below for their new house. Look closely and you'll see a wild flock of Hosoi's flying toward the sun set

This is an Australia version of a similar species

My Dad has a REAL shed. He also told me off for hoarding things. Should see how much useless crap he has lying around.

Snakes and Radness

2008-12-21T15:55:00.002+11:00

I'll give Mavie one thing, he is incredibly consistent. I just got this from him, and yesterday I read an email that he'd sent to Dad that had some crap about him travelling north down a dirt road in Laos and seeing a sign that read "China - 8km"
The awesome thing about Mavie's emails are that they are usually brief and to the point so you dont have to sit through him ranting on about every detail of every little thing that has ever happened to every person that he has ever encountered.

Ready, set, Mavie...

Just spent 24hrs on a car free island.....so the first thing I did when I got off the boat was rent a shitty Chinese scooter. Got way too excited and forgot to check the brakes.... took the crest of a hill in third revin' the piss out of it.... turns out the brakes were shite and I ran straight over the middle of a 7 foot long Cobra that was trying to cross the path..... both my feet went up round my head so the bloody thing wouldn't bite me for using him as a speed bump..... yep just about shat myself... good times

A pocket full o' fat caps

2008-12-16T20:50:00.002+11:00

Thtreet art and thkateboarding are tho thexy.
Here'th thome of the betht threet art I could find and thum other thing that I thought were thuper.

Nice caahhhh dick head

Van Halen window

Stream of consciousness graffiti and Devo

Scotty and Handrew Palmer

This guy actually won this election. All publicity is good publicity

Pretty sure this has nothing to do with skating transitions

This ATM was putting them away all night. God knows how much it spent.

Niddy fixed Brucey's tattoo

Please note the slash marks on the wrists below

In hindsight I should have done a separate blog just about knob graffitti. Here's the big one

Pis use other door? They spelled piss wrong

Bread Kelly

I cant remember who drew this. Some one awesome

I think the entertainment at Matt Riley's buck's night may have read this book

Usually Al prefers doing top to bottom whole cars but doesn't mind putting up anywhere if the opportunity arises

You cant fuck with the classics

I saw this written on the fence at Coburg skate park

Then I opened the bin to get rid of some rubbish and I found him

I bet this number plate works

Angry city punks letting their feelings known on a toilet wall

It pays to be specific if you choose to place your dating advertisement on the men's toilet wall at the Arthouse

Sometimes a picture only tells one word. This one still has 999 in the bank that it can use at a later date

John and Janette???

Who TEACHERS English over seas? I think they should be more worried about who TEACHES English right here.

A classic remastered

ACDC dunny paper

A huge sack of god knows what

2008-12-11T18:47:00.003+11:00

I haven't been hearing from Mavie much since he got to Thailand but the few things I've heard are good. Last bit of info that I got was that he'd avoided the political protesters in Bankok, done some form of deep sea diving and rented a motorbike to ride to Laos.
This is probably one of the best emails that has been hammered out on a keyboard since the invention of the information super highway. Here it is in its entirety, he even included all the dots, I think he wanted me to believe I'd walked into a conversation he was having with some one else.

....long story but last night I ended up riding through a freezing moonlit mountain pass with 20 live chickens strapped to the back of my bike and a huge sack of god knows what piled on top... helpin a little loas fella out who was havin a shocker....

Clowns shoes

2008-12-06T12:55:00.003+11:00

Some cock knocker tried to steal my bike. After cutting 3 quarters of the way through the lock they gave up. I'm not sure why they bothered. Its not even a good bike. I mean its got gears AND brakes, which aren't hip at all.

So now I need a new bike lock, here's some that seem to work really really well.

This is probably the most effective bicycle theif deterant that I've seen though

Block off the roads and let everyone be stoked

2008-11-16T00:38:00.004+11:00

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)
........................

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

2008-11-12T08:27:00.003+11:00

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

2008-11-04T20:44:00.004+11:00

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

Mavis not Mavie

2008-10-28T08:46:00.004+11:00

The new Skateboarder's Journal is out. Its awesome like usual. I made a cake for it (10th issue) which Mavis ate and Gourlay photographed. This issue is worth buying for the poster alone. Jack Tarlington's 4 page megamonsterzine illustration.

Here's Pip's new film clip which Sarah was involved in. I recognise her paintings. I dont know if she animated them or not. Its real good. Keep your eyes peeled for cat mountain and the Thelma and Louise bit near the end.

Dont need nothin' but a good lime

2008-10-26T21:28:00.005+11:00

New father Al Wilson didn't show up for International Good Day last week. I guess now that he knows he can make his own people he doesn't need us anymore. I drew on his griptape for him.

I mainly listen to talk back radio at work. Commercial radio is utter rubbish and my CD collection is getting boring. It paid off a few weeks ago when I won tickets to see Patti Smith and Sam Cutler (Rolling Stones and The Grateful Dead tour manager) interviewed by Alan Brough at the Speigel Tent. It was even better than I expected.

Then next morning I went to collect my skateboard from Yellow Bird and was lucky enough to witnessed a matinee of the Cheese and Nitty show, sans sleep. As usual, Nitty was full of compliments for all and sundry and Cheese was having a good time trying to get a good lime out of his glass. How can you not be happy while wearing a Barbara Steisand Tshirt. Timeless.

Pretty glad I wasn't involved in their slapping contest. They still had these hand marks a week later

I finally got to see the amazing wall that Nate Dog painted for Yellow Bird. Awesome.

The next day Andrew Pommier came for a whirl wind visit to Melbourne after holding an art show at the Monster Children gallery in Sydney.

Cathy Tipping finally exhibited some of her ridiculous cross stitching work. I was dumb founded at the amount of work involved in this and the accuracy. This is a life size picture of Kate, starkers. I had to get Katie to take this picture because I didn't want to be the creepy dude taking photos of nude chicks. I dont want to blow my cover. Believe it or not, this is made with a needle and thread of many different colours.

Anyone need a giant vacuum cleaner? They're pretty cheap in DePreston

This week Captain Manouvers used his laser eyes to help me cut out some grip tape for my new skateboard. Its for special occasions.

Its thirsty work. Here he is doing an imitation of Matt Maunder by draining a pool. Check the new Skateboarders Journal for pictures of the real Maunder in action.

Later Nick tried to teach him how to skate hand rails. Either he's doing a salad grind here or he thinks hand rails are stupid and he's trying to scratch Nicks face off.

We acquired a jump ramp on Saturday. Me, Nick and Rowan (Captain Manouvers' boyfriend) decided to paint a gold toothed ripper on it, Pretty awesome. Good can control Nick. Fuck the gumbys.

Later that day we ran into Blake who was celebrating his 34th birthday with a Canberra salute.

Then I saw some entrepreneurial animal cruelty. This shop was closed with no one inside except this poor old fella.

After spending most of the day drink by Fitzroy bowl with a pretty random group of people, I finished the night in the best way possible by seeing power metal band, Dragonforce, for free, thanks to Shylo. They're amazing, their fans are amazing and the fan at front of the stage that blew their hair back was amazing. Amazing. If you ever get the chance to see them I highly recommend it, they're amazing.

If you dont see the funny side of this you're probably dead

Shaving the yard

2008-10-19T12:59:00.005+11:00

"Would you mind not mowing your lawn at 1 oclock on a Sunday afternooon please. Some of us have been taking the designer drug extacy all week end and now we are trying to sleep. Cant you just let us come down in peace?" is what I was imaging my neighbours saying as I was giving our yard a Brazillian today. As you can see from the photo below I got most of it done apart from the treacherous areas of old growth lawn around the base of Mt. Scottiosko. There were some environmental activists who chained them selves to the lawn mower. Sucks for them that it was a rental which I returned today. Their protest continues at Kennards Equipment Hire in Preston.

I've spent the past few weeks painting this Vestalife Ipod Dock for Element.
I call it Tina Burner

Al Wilson is now a proud father. I'm pretty sure the baby's name is Charlie. Thats the name we were chanting all night anyway. I tried to get him to call the little fella Ian Gavin David Darren so his initials would be IGDD. He wasn't interested. Here he is after many shots of various giggle liquids, proudly waving the saggy bag flag.

Captain Manouvers and Bob Hawke

2008-10-17T18:40:00.002+11:00

Most people dont realise that my cat, Captain Manouvers, came up with the original idea Natas' iconic 80's skate graphic. (If you dont get this joke you're either too old or too young or too smart to give a shit about 80's skate graphics)

As America heads into election time which will hopefully lead to a new, slightly less corrupt, more intelligent, more accountable government, I have been thinking a bit about Australia's past Prime Ministers and I've decided that Bob Hawke is easily the best one. Apart from encouraging the entire country to take a sicky whilst drunk on national television, he can also slam down a yard glass faster than a thirsty Hell's Angel. For proof see the picture below (much like hips, blackboards dont lie) I think the Australian flag is kind of boring and uninspiring but how awesome does it look with that silhouette of our Bob partially obscurring it? Maybe that should be permanently added to our flag. (Or is that the one that Frankston are already using?)

Nothing to do with Mavie

2008-10-13T15:01:00.009+11:00

Matt and Troy sent this press release through the other day. I drew the picture on the Tshirt.
I think if you click on the picture I think it will enlarge so you can actually read it. If not check out the new Element Australia website here http://www.elementaustralia.com/
While you're there have a look at the advocates pages. There's one there for me. I have to supply some better images for it but I'm stoked on it anyway. http://www.elementaustralia.com/advocates/andy-murphy/

Glen from Dunlop kindly asked me paint some Volleys a few weeks ago for that dude Strauchnie who is a character on one of the footy shows. It was an all night, rushed project but it turned out okay.

A week later Glen hooked me up with another opportunity to paint some more shoes for them. This one is apparently going to appear in Dolly Magazine. I stole the idea for the "Smile Forever" text from a tattoo that all round good dude, Pedro Day has on his chest. The day after I finished painting these I saw a Michael Seiben painting in the Juxtopoz Illustration book with the same thing written on it. I dont want people to think I stole the idea from the wrong person. I believe honesty is important when stealing. Anyway, in my opinion, they turned out a lot better than the Strauchnie ones. (I especially like the romantic lighting on the second photo)

The Stussy artist series Tshirts are being printed in November. Here's the press release that they sent out.
http://www.sneakerfreaker.com/newsflash/Stussy-X-Andy-Murphy/
I'm looking forward seeing the actual finished product.

Amongst all this business I still found some time to make up another awesome joke.

Q:What member of the weasel family loves wagging school and singing Beetles songs in the main street????

A:Ferrets Bueller.

Wow. That is gold.

I'll try to post some more pics soon including a cake I made for the best skate mag in the world, The Skateboarders Journal and a piece of electronic equipment that I have nearly finished decorating for Element.

Amber Wallis wins the Brett Whiteley Art Prize!

2008-09-17T12:34:00.003+10:00

In ex-girlfriend related news (I'm grasping at fame here) Amber just won the Brett Whiteley Art Prize. Its kind of a big deal. I'm very proud of her. Keep your eye on this one, she's gonna go far.... at least as far as Paris, that's part of the prize.
You can see her art here
http://www.amberwallis.blogspot.com/
Hopefully she'll use some of the gigantic cash prize to get a new website.

The Stussy shirts that I designed

2008-09-15T13:01:00.003+10:00

Click that link thing above to see some Tshirts that I drew for Stussy

Thanks Eagleby

Mavis Presley

2008-08-20T07:52:00.010+10:00

All I've got to put on here is more Mavie propaganda, mainly because I still have not been able to sort out our internet connection problems at home. Its a total pain in the arse. Also I doubt anyone would want to read stories about sitting around drawing all the time and getting drunk on the week end. Ooohh wow you got drunk on a week end. Man I really know how to have fun hey. Still cant skate because of bad ankles. Getting old is gayer than shopping and should be avoided at all costs.
Apart from being in a passionate Scottish homosexual relationship with each other, Alex and Glen both sent me photos of Mavie on the same day. (They must have had a hissy fit and finally stopped holding hands)
Here they are with the genius captions that were sent with them.

YOUR BROTHER IS RUBBISH - MAVIE IN CAMO

AH TRABANT DAYS (Glen loves using unusual words like trabant to distract people away from his obvious love of the unfairer sex)

AYE, LOOKING GOOD SON

EVEN UGLY DUDES LOOK GOOD SOMETIMES

"HOW'S THIS RIGHT..." I especially love the way Alex is looking pleadingly at the camera as if to say "I've heard this one 4 times already and last time there no elephants in high heels"

I WONDER HOW MUCH OF THAT BIKE WILL MAKE IT BACK?

PRE ROAD TRIP CLEANSING, POINTLESS

THIS IS THE DUDE THAT LEANT MAVIE THE BIKE THAT HE IS NOW WRECKING

PROBABLY A HAIRY DADDIES SITE

SOME MEN SHOULD NEVER BE CLEAN SHAVEN

I HAVE A TOOTH GUARDIAN THESE DAYS

This from when Glen came to Melbourne and got his teeth knocked out while skating in Northcote. (The flase teeth not the John Lennon impersonator) He whipped out on a 5 foot quarterpipe and landed on his teeth on the flat. He lost his first set of falsers in the pit at a Rose Tattoo concert.
Okay I should get off Angie's computer now. Congratulations to Glen and Alex, the information I got was a bit hazy but I believe they are expecting their first child. Apparently Glen's beard has made him so virile that he can even get men pregnant. Poor old Alex will be giving birth in December. Brings new meaning to the term log splitter. Good luck with that fellas.
Oh and here's the last email that I got from Mavie

Just caught a boat .....that was blasting Maiden....full I've Iron Maiden fans drinking beer....... to an Island in the middle of the Danube...... to see Iron Maiden.... lost my wallet in the pit.... but money is highly over rated.....and it was fucking epic!!!!!!!!

This one even has a quote from "The Castle"

2008-08-04T13:57:00.004+10:00

Here's some more information from Mavie, enjoy.

Just woke up.........
I'm in an Anarchist Warehouse that got taken over by hippies about
four years ago... it has a giant skate park in it....and I've been
staying here for the past two nights....i even have my own key???
Okay so I finally get the hell out of Macedonia, only to be stung
on the neck by another bloody wasp whilst trying to
leave...definitely time to move on. I start riding through Greece
and its all farms and nuclear power plants, strange paradise. I
find a restaurant next to a lake and order a Greek salad...when in
Rome. The sign on the door said they accept VISA so I don't bother
to ask. Turns out the guy doesn't know how to use the machine, but
he said I'm welcome to camp outside and I can fix up the bill in
the morning and have coffee. Sweet. I wake up early and see white
swans in the lake next to me...ah how nice. I pack my things and
wait for some one to turn up. Finally the boss comes and we have
coffee. I try and pay for it along with last nights dinner and he
tells me not to worry about it. Now he didn't speak English... and
I'm pretty sure he just meant the coffee was on the house...but I
couldn't get through to him I needed to pay for the salad and beer
as well. I didn't want to get the other guy in trouble so I left a
note and split. Riding through the country I was feeling bad that
so far Greece hadn't cost me cent.... then instant karma punches a
hole in my front tyre... should've waited. So that's me on the side of
the road, in the middle of nowhere, with no tools and a flat. After
trying to hitch a ride for ten minutes a taxi pulls over. He has
tools... long story, but the cabbie drives me around, pays ten
bucks for a new tube (what is it with wogs and cash?) and gets me
back on the road in no time. I begged the guy to let me buy him a
beer and pay him money for his trouble. He started shuffling
through religious cards....and said don't worry the Gods were on my
side and left. Alright time to pay these Gods a visit and find out
why I hadn't yet spent any money in Greece....off to Mount Olympia,
their old stomping ground. I arrived at the base 1100m at about
4pm. An Italian climber told me it took him about 8 to 9 hours to
get to the top and back. I had a headlamp and figured I could
easily do the decent in the dark and be back by midnight? Half way
up I met a guy from Prague who said he'd been to the top twice and
said he saw nothing because of the thick cloud cover. Also met a
serious climber who recommended that I not attempt the climb to the
peak because I didn't have the right foot wear..."your life depends
on it!!" He'd obviously never heard of the Vans waffle sole...After
a brutal hike and climb I was perched on the top of the throne of
Zeus at 2917m. The clouds cleared and the skys opened just in time to watch
the sun disappear into the mountains. I've never before seen
anything that comes close to this place. The rock formations...the
view...the light...the air, truly biblical. Right near the top there is a
section no more than 4 feet wide with a 300m drop on either
side...I crossed it on all fours. I still shake when I think about
it. A gust of wind nearly took me off on my way down and I couldn't
move for at least a minute. The Gods reminding me who's house I was
in....I made it to a refuge hut. Spent the night (for free) with a Jedi
climber who'd summitted Everest and fed me soup and liquor. I woke
the next morning on top of the mountain...incredible. I slowly
hiked down completely nackered. I rode to the City...what a
contrast. Met some skaters... they told me to go to this place
called Ifanet. Trying to find the place i dumped my bike and broke
the front brake lever. I was totally exhausted couldn't even hold
up my bike. When I arrived I met a girl that lived there and she
gave me a room with a bed and said everything was cool. Then I met
a guy working on a motorbike. I pulled my brake lever from my
pocket and told him what happened. A BMXer took me through the
warehouse to the skate park which is massive. But built buy BMXers
so unfortunately too rough to skate. It was a guys 30th and they
were having a BBQ. I was handed a beer and some meat and was told
to drink up and eat. All I wanted was sleep but it was party time.
Half an hour went buy and the guy working on his motorbike comes
through and tells me my problems are fixed...errr what. "go and
look at your bike". The dude had installed a new brake lever... he
also built the whole park from stolen wood. They convinced me to
stick around for at least another night. Ok. The party ended in a
giant water fight...good times. I'm off to check out an
Island....tell Jim Greece rules.

European your pants

2008-07-30T13:36:00.005+10:00

Firstly for some news about me check this interview out
http://thetattooedheart.net/article.asp?id=37&art=106

Now onto the more important shit. People have been telling me that the only content that I put on this thing is about Mavie. So I say yeah I know, thats because he is pretty much ruling the world lately. The original idea for this stupid blog was meant to be a group effort between me and him but he's too retarded to figure how to use it. Plus we sort of are both contributing, he's out there being hilarious and I'm passing the news on to his fans. Yes he has fans, and much like Paris Hilton, nobody knows why. Mavie is basically Paris Hilton. Hopefully he'll get his own TV show where he goes around giving people shit with the offspring of an 80s pop star.

I got an email from him a few days ago which had the NET BAHDAH as the subject. I actually understand some of the Mavie dialect so I can translate that for you. It means "not bad." You kind of have to scream it a bit and drag the vowels out so that each syllable, becomes three or four syllables long.
Anyway here's what he had to report.

Okay I'm in Macedonia..... I'll try and be brief. The rest of
Croatia, Bosnia and Montenegro stories will have to wait...that
whole area is one of the best places I've ever been and I was sad
to leave. East was the mission... but Kosovo had just became a
republic and for Grandmas sake I didn't go. Only other option was
Albania...mmm. Maybe don't tell Grandma bout that one either. Getting in,
was not a problem. The guard asked me for ten bucks, I gave him 2,
no worries. I stopped at the first town which was sketchy but
amazing. I pulled over at a servo to reload my camera.
(I dont get this bit because I bought him a digital camera before he left... I wonder if he has been jamming rolls of film in it?)

An old dude covered in gold sits down next to me. Tells me he owns the whole
place. I decided not to get the camera out. Communicating was
difficult but I thought everything was relatively normal, him half
yelling Albanian and me smiling. Then he yanks a three inch thick
wad of American hundred dollar bills out of his pants and slams it
on the table...errr. I casually straddled my motor and got the hell outta
dodge. Later that day I met a family from Wales that insisted on
buying me lunch and a beer...okay. Then when they were leaving this
woman slips me a wad of Lekes and runs off. What is it with wads
of cash??!! Turns out it was enough for a room by the beach and a
hot shower. Neh camping for me. The next morning I rode through the
mountains..the wild west of Europe. Needed fuel. Servos
everywhere. The ones that weren't burnt down or abandon wouldn't
take plastic...and of course, I had no cash on me. My only hope was
to head for Macedonia. That part of the country is
completely lawless and I sure as hell wasn't up for camping in it.
I get to the border and the Macedonians want 50 Euros for bike
insurance and didn't take plastic either. Greece was 300 km's
further south and it was getting late. A huge fight broke out
between the guy that was trying to help me and a pissed off
Albanian. It got physical and all the guards dragged the dude into
a room. I couldn't do anything because the guy had my passport. Along
comes two backpackers from Holland. I explain my situation. They lend me 50 Euros cash. I gave them my camera till they got their
money back. I got through the border and followed them in a taxi
15km to the first town. Half way there I suddenly realized my
wallet was missing. I flagged em down. They told me to go back and
they'll meet me in town. I gun it back to the border. My wallet is
on the ground about to be run over by a truck. I grab it. It has
another mans foot print on it. I'm in shock. I fly back to town to
meet the Holland backpackers. I find them. I go to a cash machine
give em their dough and buy them a beer. They were on there way to
Iran to try and get out of an arranged marriage that one of them
was involved in...anyway that night I camp out on a lake. Next day
I swim and visit some ruins. I needed to get my 50 Euros worth. So
I completely ignore the approaching storm and fire up the biggest
mountain I can find in search of a bear. Half way up I'm sitting in
a bar/shop waiting for the rain thunder and lightening to stop. Along comes Nikola. 69yr old man from Perth?? He gave me a place to crash and sent me up a
muddy track to the tallest peak in the country. The bike almost
made it. I gave it a rest and hiked the last section on foot.
Absolutely amazing....but no bear. Got lost coming down and it took
me for ever to find my bike. I readjusted my back brake and skidded
my way down through ice, mud and rocks. Spent the night on Nikola's
farm, gold. So this morning I'm up and out by 7am. Quick stop to
fill up and off to Greece. But wait...no credit card!! and you
guessed it, no cash!!! Oh shit! Think....the last place I used it
was in that cash machine two days ago...80km's through the
mountains. ARGH!!! I give the servo attended my camera and head
back through the mountains, which is a pretty sweet ride. I get to
the bank and they tell me they have it, but they need a fax from
ANZ in Oz..I phone them..they won't do it and want to cancel the
card...I hang up on them and start begging...the women tells me to
come back in 90 mins and she'll try and pull some strings. Strings
got pulled and I get my card back....I love Eastern Europe... I'm
off to Greece

Pure Mavie Gold

2008-07-15T18:05:00.002+10:00

He doesn't make that much contact but when he does he makes it count.
Check out the most recent one below.... (His definition of "perfect shelter"
probably wont make it into the next version of Websters dictionary)

The moment I left Budapest I was caught out in a storm. Great way
to start any trip. No rain gear and no tent...mmm. Well thought
out. Dodging rain drops I rode to Lake Balaton. On arrival I met
three French Medical Students and a Vet that let me sleep in their
broken down Volkswagon Van. Sweet. The rain stopped long enough for
a sun down swim and a quick beer run on the ol' two stroke. Everyone
was stoked. The next day I rode through the Hungarian Countryside.
Crossed the Croatian border with sketchy paperwork for the moto and
no speak Hungarian... worked a treat. Stoked!!! Then a bee flew
into my helmet and bit me on the side of the face. A lot of the
houses in the country have giant bomb sized holes in them from the
recent trouble times. I stopped to take photos and met some
children that taught me my first Croatian words. That night I
camped out on the Bank of a river in a small town called Sisak. It
looked like rain again...so I found an upturned dingy on
stilts...perfect shelter. The next morning I woke up and couldnt
open my left eye. My face had swollen up from the bee sting and I
looked like the elephant man. Time to put some miles on. That day I
rode through the mountains to the coast on amazing roads with
ridiculous views. Camped out on a beach on the isle of Krk. Tourist
day...drank coffee bought a snorkel mask, bla bla.. Caught a ferry
to Cres. Ate seafood. Met a skate boarder? Oscar. Good kid. Told me
about a hidden Paradise on the Island. Camped out on a hillside,
sunset view you get the picture...Mission, to find a beach called
Meli. Took a wrong turn. Started cutting through farms, stone walls
and wooden gates...so much fun. Found the right track which led to
Plat..from there a half an hour hike to a secluded sandy beach,
snorkeling, fish... argh... Hiked back to Plat, which was just two
houses. Met a couple of kids, learnt more Croatian. Met a women who
was taking care of these kids, who were apparently delinquents. She
let them hang out at her place, to keep them off the street. They
fixed and drove old beat up cars and scooters around, farm style.
She told me that she went to Australia once and thought that life
there was so easy that it made people stupid... she did stay in
Dandenong for two months. From her home you could see the mountains
across the Sea. She said she watched over the water the Yugoslavian
war go down from the safety of her front porch. Gnarly. Later that
day I borrowed a screw driver from a machanic and asked him where I
should go next. He told me to cross the little bridge that joined
the two Islands Cres and Losinj then turn right. So I did. It was a
rocky dirt road. I followed it half way up a mountain to a closed
gate.. it wasnt locked... beyond the gate the track got steep and
rough as hell. Best off road fun yet. At the top was a small cabin
with stairs leading to the roof with a flag flying high. Inside,
there was an old man who fed me dinner, sold me beer and let me
sleep on the roof for free. The views were absurd. The following
morning the old man gave me coffee and told me that I had to hike
even further up the Mountain where I would find a small church and
360 panoramic heaven. He wouldnt feed me breakfast until I
returned...err OK. Later that afternoon I caught a 6 and a half
hour ferry ride back to the mainland, via four other islands.
Arrived in the city of Zadar at 11pm. Rode out of town, pulled
over, asked some teenagers where I should camp. They took me to
their parents front yard. Then took off to get drunk."we love pivo!"
Mum woke me up in the morning and was happy when I told her I
was leaving. I rode inland to a National Park. Snuck in and swam
underneath waterfalls. Rain was creeping in again so left in hurry.
Forgot to flick my side stand up. Ditched the bike on the first
left hand bend doin about 80 clicks. Hit a few bolders nearly got
bucked off but some how bounced back onto the tarmac and kept
goin....stopped at the first petrol station and checked my dacks.
Pants were clean but the MZ was pissing fuel all over the ground.
Stuck float bowl, nothin major. Then a Serbian man rolled in on old
full faring BMW. He donned his rain gear and told me about a
motorcycle party, with free camping, then took off. The rain
cleared a bit and I went in search of Croatian Stergers....found
nothing. Spoke to a couple riding an old GS. Apparently my Serbian
is terrible, the 3 day party had just finished. The bloke was
wearing a leather vest with Hollister MC Patches. He invited me to
their Club House in Spilt. I woke up there this morning, alone...
with the key to the Shed in my pocket. Last memory was listening to
Maiden, drinking and being told to leave the key under the second
brick...
Yep...still a little hung over.....Mavie

Sammy Permanent

2008-06-28T12:41:00.009+10:00

Let me start off by saying that Mavie's real name is Samuel which means that the title that i came up with is pure fucking gold. Now, what can you tell me about hair cuts that Mavie hasn't already experienced?

Vancouver, 2001, Mavie finds a bargain... $25 perm. From memory, the people who paid for the privledge of witnessing this folicle chronicle unfold were, me, Ben Hoben, Keegan Swordpants, Dan Cates and Macey but it was ages ago so I may have gotten that wrong.
One thing i do know, Mavie didn't spend a cent and got to look awesome at the end of it.
The crutches are due him breaking his foot a few days earlier, the moral of the story - never let an injury get in the way a good hair style.

I told the hair dresser to give him the tightest spiral perm possible

The whole procedure took about 2 or 3 hours. I kept going in to check the progress and feed him duffins donuts every half hour or so, which is why his face is covered in sugar. Talk about shaving with a pastie

Tears of joy at the amazing result

They say there's only 3 days in between a bad hair cut and a good hair cut. This was taken a few days after the whole operation took place. Unfortunately Mavie's aura was glowing so brightly that some of it fucked up the photo.

This is about 3 weeks later in Las Vegas and I'd decided I'd had too much of a good thing and demanded that he lose the fuzz bomb because he looked too much like Dad.

I remember at one point during this crew cut he became unhappy with the elderly lady's head shaving technique and said (in an extremelt abrasive Australian accent that Chopper Reid would have been proud of) "Oh look just give it here," ripped the clippers out of her hand and shaved the rest himself.

And we're back on the road about 3kgs lighter

I have also updated my art website with some of newer work that I've been doing
www.salvadorgnarly.com

Amaving Story

2008-05-27T18:56:00.005+10:00

Due to foreign tantrums the following transcript has been edited at Mavie's request.

Apart from a one sentence email saying something along the lines of "I made it, being a Man Wolf is
exhausting," this is the first real contact I've had with Mavie since he bailed off to Hungary.

This is unusually brief for a Mavie story but he's packed a lot into it including all the necessary Mavie
story ingredients such as,

Lost skateboard
Broken machinery
Stupid American
Water
Booze
Talking himself out of a bad situation
Getting free stuff from stangers
Motorcycle adventure
Watching a sunrise
Nude dudes

Somehow he managed to not mention having a hang over or vomitting at all. This fact, combined with the brief, succinct nature af the story makes me think he has hired a ghost writer.

I should mention that he is lurking around with some dudes who are making a film, I guess his role on set is to not be a pain in the arse and to be a member of the motorcycle gang "The Manwolves" when required. This was his response to my tale of woe regarding me being broke and having a flat tyre on my motorbike.


Last time I got a flat on my XT I was on a dirt road in Costa Rica we'd just jumped
the border and were illegal immigrants...I jacked up my bike with a huge rock (if I
were you I'd use a milk crate) I used plenty of shampoo and a couple of wrenches,
and tyre irons..Tom came back with a patch kit and a random yank in a 4WD showed up
with an electric pump that plugged into the cigarette lighter of his car. Back on the
road in less than an hour. You are extremely lucky that it was probably your back
tyre and you didn't crash. Not to mention you were probably in Melb where you have
everything you need. Its almost the same as changing a flat on a bicycle. Except on
a larger scale. Soap is essential, and check your tyre thouroughly for nails etc.
Maybe drink a beer and get stoked...

This film has been a whirlwind of flat tyres....everyday something completely fucked
happens. The wheels fell off the old German Trubaunt car that is being used in the
film on its way to Slovenia... the producer put petrol in a desiel run van... At one
point the Hungarian half of the crew threaten to walk out...Alex flew over the handle
bars of his tredly, my skate got swallowed by the Danube, Glenn got his face sucked
by the producers lunatic lesbian wife...Jared and Stephen accidently went to the
wrong hotsprings, which turned out to be a gay beat...hand jobs in the steam room??
The lead actor on the other hand is an 18 yr old kid from Cali who knows about
skateboarding and smokig pot..oh and asked me if Australia was close to Barcelona??
err....he was home schooled.
Did I mention that Alex managed to cast Brian Blessed to
play a main role. By far the biggest actor in the film so the entire shoot has been
scheduled around his availabilty...Google him or ask Dave Snow if you're not
familiar. So he fly's in yesterday from London to shoot for two weeks...has a fucking
heart attack on the plane....do I need to continue?

Apart from all this nonsense I did manage to escape for a while on that Suzuki Bandit.
After spending two full nights working as a manwolf in the depths of the largest most
stunningly beuatiful cave system in the world... I rode through the hills and checked
out some more caves recommended by a local champion that gave me a free pass...one
particluar chamber was 147m tall with a raging river running through it that had 26
different waterfalls and a sketchy suspended bridge in the middle. I rode down to the
Slovenia coast to meet up with the mob. Ridiculuosly beuatiful town with Italy to the
right and Croatia to the left. The view was only spoiled by Bollands naked body
prancing around the Square. We swam in the Adriatic while the sun set. Not a bad
evening indeed.

The next day I rode up to Lake Bled, surrounded by Alps, with two castles on an
island in the middle. I was the only one dare swim in its chilly waters. Realising I
was close to the Austrian border.. I figured why not. Off through the Alps I went.
Not aware it was a public holiday I couldn't find a bite to eat anywhere...then the
Austrian Police pulled me over and asked me to show them my first aid kit, which is
apparently compulsary to carry in all vehicles. Thank God I found one under the seat
and talked my way out of a speeding ticket. As I crossed back into Slovenia I came
across a motorcycle gang clubhouse. Situated on the banks of a river with hammocks,
picnic tables a pier and a neon lit cycle pearched on the roof. They called
themselves the "Heavens Devils" They played ACDC, gave me food, beer and a patch and
asked me to stay the night. Sketchy naked photos of whores lined the inside walls and
apparently you could get a hooker half a k up the road for 16 Euro....I ate mushroom
soup, drank a beer and got the hell outta there. I crossed into Croatia and watched
the sun set behind a gas station. 280 km of cold night riding at 140kph through
Hungary and I was home...back in Budapest. One day...four countries?? Rare treat, but
definately not my pace. I'm looking at buying an East German 250 two stroke for the
next chapter. I've seen more sun rises in this country than anywhere else. Night
shooting, all night bathing, strange nocturnal life style.
Hope alls well. Keep punchin. Say hi to all...

I'm not sorry

2008-05-17T20:39:00.006+10:00

My computer has been hanging out with me for too long and is now as disorganised as I am. Which is why my photos are in some weird order that I dont know about.
Here's some older ones that I came across.

Scotland must be full of hilarious dudes and for some reason they keep sending them to stay with me. For example, Gary the Bruce

Mavie AKA (Le Head) is in Budapest now to be a Man Wolf in a film. Before he left this happened...

ONCE

TWICE

THREE TIMES A MAVIE

Lock up your daughters Mavie gave himself the old queer eye for the straight guy treatment. Apparently one of his eyes is a flaming homosexual.

Then he found this leather hat in the back of Dad's car and ruined the grooming that he'd worked so hard on all morning

Then he got tired

Speaking of locking up your daughters I saw this apology, relating to that mentalist who had his secret inbred family locked in the basement, on some random graffiti web site

As you know I rarely apologise for anything but something has occurred for which it is only right that I admit my guilt.
Many years ago, I went on a boozy stag do to Austria and I’m afraid one night, while heavily intoxicated, I shouted out something about locking up your daughters as the Ginger Prince was in town.
Unfortunately, it appears that one of the residents heard my drunken cry and acted a bit too literally on it.
No-one is happier than I am that this situation has finally been resolved after what must have been 24 very difficult years for all involved, and all I can say is I am truly sorry for the ongoing physical and psychological trauma I have caused.

Fucking genius.
And sticking to the genius theme, I ran into Niddy and Brado (the inventor of the holiday letterbox) at the black tshirts and folded arms party. Niddy got given a fat lip for stealing Mavie's snout

Ralph surprised Dave with an unexpected shelving at the white Tshirts and three day growth party

Here's a young shirtless Kenny Rogers telling Antonio Banderas when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em.

Me and Mum made this picture of Jean Simmonds

Here's Lates learning how to be a total arse hole.
Step 1. Get crotch rocket with personlised number plate. (Please note number plate that references drug taking and/or partying is optional but highly recommended.)

No idea how this got on my camera but I'm glad it did. Fashion towels are gonna be huge at Saint Jerome's soon, maybe even bigger than the flamboyant neck wear that was so popular last winter (and for some reason also during summer for those awesome tight pant dudes who are so cool that they dont realise its 38 degrees)

When there are no whole chickens around Al is happy to resort to the nutritional splendor of a saggy bag

According to the latest research out of Le Institute De Spazztard if you skate vert you will end up like these dudes. I'm going to look for my pads.

Did anyone forget that Sam Newman has Pamela Anderson's face covering his whole house

Here's Scotty getting into yet another girls pants... this time she wasn't in them though

Speaking of girls pants I'm sure there was millions of damp ones at the Iron Maiden concert. Actually concert is a bad description, it was more of a lifestyle. Best thing I've ever seen.
I swapped this cake

For this ticket (Thanks Jill)

I went with this couple of leathbians

We knew the booze situation at these things is a night mare so we all took hip flasks which were empty before the first song

This dude asked us for a cigarette and we were so stoked on his entire set up that we gave him two... please note Eddie slaying kangaroos at Ayer's Rock on his Tshirt

There were fuck loads of Brian Maidens there. METAL

The crowd was amazing. 99% black Tshirts. A few stand outs included a skinny kid wearing a tshirt that said "This dude loves the cock" with and arrow pointing at his metalhead buddy that was happily walking along next to him. Another guy had a classified ad printed on his shirt. Apparently he was trying to sell his wife.

Here's a picture of Lates making sure Mixa, or M6 as I like to call him, doesn't have any wardrobe malfunctions

Cheese has been getting into unnessessary courteous reach arounds

Lates on the shoe phone

Unfortunately those Nikea batteries dont last too long so he had to finish ordering his pizza Kveta's shoe phone

Ladies and gentlemen I'd like to present my favourite party stalwart Kaz.

The doctor is IN

Here's some pics from Kaz and Mavie's birthday scenario
I guess I got pretty blind

Me and Mavie reversed roles for the night.

Dave grew tits

Ruth got all bummed at me for asking Milli Vanilli if I could borrow a microphone

Mavie and Keegan slept together if you know what I mean

Shop window sign

The steed currently has a flat tyre. First one on my motorbike. To go with the 5 others that I've had this year on my push bike. I think I've been cursed by Dunlord the god of inflatable objects.

Melbourne versus Sydney

2008-04-28T23:13:00.012+10:00

So a lot of my photos some how got out of order and now there's a whole bunch of them missing so here's some random ones that may not run chronologically but I'm sure no one will give a fuck. (Except possibly Ruth who's a bit pedantic about that kind of thing)

Okay so a month or two ago about a million of us went up to Sydney for the Bondi Bowlarama contest and the IGDD away game.
Mavie took me out to the airport on the motorbike. I had a huge back pack on and was sitting on my skateboard and hanging on to him for dear life. Somehow I also managed to get my camera out of my pocket to get this photo of us on the freeway.

I got flown up to Sydney by Vans to help set up an art show and to paint the wall of a shop. I stayed in a hotel with Kirby who was working up there setting everything up and looking after people. He was also drunk to the point of retardation for most of the time that we were there, but somehow managed to get everything done. Here he is in the lift.

The night I arrived Darren told me the story of how earlier in the week he'd gotten stuck in the lift in what I can only assume was a state of intoxication that even Shane McGowan would be proud of. He said he was busting so he consciously made the decision to wiss in his pants. Almost excusable I guess, if you're stuck in a lift for a decent amount of time. When I asked him how long he'd been in there he replied "about 2 minutes" Turns out he'd just forgotten to press the button.
This was only the second time I've been to Bondi so I was pretty stoked when i saw the view from the balcony of our hotel room.

Here's a photo of the geniuses (or is it genii?) that bring you Vans

The painting of the shop scenario that I was meant to go down was pretty disorganised. I guess the people at Surf Dive and Ski couldn't get their shit together so they sent me to Captain Billy's Crab Shack to paint the wall in the stair well. The Crab Shack is a sweet looking tiki themed skate shop which had a bunch of art work hanging on the wall including this gem

Here's the rest of the shop

Gibbo ukewailing with hangover shades on

Some of the painting I was doing

There was another art show happening while we were up the with Cab and Lance and a bunch of other skate dudes. My favourite piece was this one by Wade Burkitt

In the backyard of the gallery they had this hilarious fence

Sergie Ventura oozes style. Maunder said he'd probably root him if he was given the chance.
Drop in style

Bail style

I did manage to get one good photo of a backside tweaker. Luckily Jezza managed to find time in between heckling every single person who dropped in to fucked it up for me. Good dude.

Holy shit speaking of good dudes I tried to get a picture of some but Chooky Fowler, Noah and Le Head got in the way

Some one stole some of the stripes off Brucie's shirt. I'm pretty sure that's what Mavie's so stoked about, I could be wrong though. Or maybe its because Brucie is fingering his Pridetiger, either way Helen thought it was good too.

Looks like Mavie was too tight to buy beers again so he had to collect glasses to pay his tab.

Anyone for a game of hotel floor roulette? No thanks I've got to drive home.

A bunch of us ended up back at our hotel room one night. Alex kindly gave Mavie a hand to get inside.

Then he lied down and showed us his Gstring. He also got sponsored by Vans. Here's Al presenting him with a pair of stick ons (oh and if you look really carefully you'll be pleasantly surprised to see that Kirby has his shirt off! Who'd of thought)

The Box with a box - I think he was stoked to not be the most wasted dude.... that only lasted one night as you'll soon see

This was the next night I think. Boxy had been drinking heavily all day and pretty much ruling the world (even down to pissing off the back off the grand stand onto Kevin Stabb's pads)
In this photo he is getting help breaking into his kebab by the guy who made it

Kebab dude didn't have much faith in the Funky Deckbolt's ability to steer the seasoned meat log into his mouth so he put the bin under him

Satisfied customer? You tell me

Triple document?

There was a good dude convention on while we in Sydney, obviously we were no where near it.

Here's Niddy making an onion cry

Easily my favourite moment of the week end (well second favourite) was when Al got busted doing I.G.D.D. grafitti in the Beach Road Hotel. The cops came and searched him.
Perp, "Officer I'm not a real grafitti artist"
Cop, "Yeah we can tell"

JK had one of the best hats in the history of headwear

The next day we set up the art show. Here's Sean doing the robot for Jack

In this photo it looks like Jack is sticking some of our rubbish to the wall. In actual fact he is creating a master piece.

See. La penis de ressistance. I'm French as fuck.

I dont know much about art but I know what I like.... I like having a massive bar near at hand

Contest day. Shit load of people there

Obviously Niddy bought a kangaroo teste bottle opener. Brucie thought it was a couple of edible tennis balls. Fucking tourists

Shhhhh dont tell any one that Tamara stole Todd's tattoo

And Dustin got dressed up as a Neck Face drawing

Gourlay showed me his map of Tassie

And Jack showed me the Sydney foxtrot

Pedro has the best tattoo in the world SMILE FOREVER

Speaking of tatts I saw this one which was apparently inspired by a surfboard that I painted a few years ago

I went looking for Mavie one morning, no one had seen him. Eventually I ran into him in the street wearing a Tshirt, sunnies and a hat and not knowing where any of them came from. I'm not sure what the air guitar situation was for

In unrelated news how good is Fred Negro?

And how good is getting dressed up as Axel Rose?

And how good is Larry getting a cheap shoulder ride at the Iron Maiden concert (A.K.A. the best thing I've ever seen)

And how good is Mavie and Andreas not getting stabbed by Chopper

Are these really our lives?

2008-04-01T12:00:00.004+11:00

Okay the above picture is something I drew to take the piss out of the fixed gear craze that is sweeping art galleries and fashion magazines. I actually dont have a problem with them (Most of them look fucking awesome and they're kind of fun to ride if you dont ever have to stop) but it is such a soft target I couldn't resist.
Everyone in the world should probably watch this movie about the next big thing thats gonna hit our shores just as soon as San Francisco is done with it

FIX PUSH

Anyway summer is defiantely over, here's some photos of the day we went out on a clipper ship.
As usual Nick began drinking early and came up with this amazing invention for dredging the bay - brick tied to a rake with a shoelace on the handle, genious.

Below is a picture of the ship. Incidentally I should mention that the name of the captain was Sarah. Captain Sarah was once a man but now I believe she is a woman. She sort of looked like a woman anyway although I didn't see her "galley" so i cant confirm that for a fact. She sure yelled orders like salty sea dog, which was in stark contrast to her pink toe nail polish and Gucci sunglasses

Some of the crew

I got a little snappy happy with all the ropes and what have you.
James on the other hand found something to be disappointed about

The Sea Shepherd was docked in Melbourne, I guess they wanted to take a break from saving whales and getting shot at by Japanese sailors.

Captain Sarah made us give three cheers as we sailed past.
I dont actually understand why so many Australians have a problem with the Japanese eating whales, as long as they aren't endangered. Whats the difference between eating a whale and a cow? (apart from having to buy a bigger BBQ for the steaks)
In completely unrelated news I drew this picture, not because I'm against whaling just because I thought it was funny.

We had to sail under the Bolte Bridge

Rats in the rigging

Mavie hijacked some kids' pirate flag

Speaking of dredging here's the Queen of the Netherlands which is in Melbourne for the controversial dredging of the bay. This time instead of cheering Captain Sarah made us boo. I prefered Nick's bay dredging device better anyway.

W anchor

Buccaneer offspring

So there was a rule that no one was allowed to climb the mast. For some reason there were other rules for people that did climb the mast??? They included no climbing the mast if you've been drinking and no climbing the mast with out shoes..... so of course Mavie hid his beer and borrowed my shoes and up he went.

Me Jimmy and Dave were in charge of ice berg spotting.
I didn't see any but that was probably because I didn't have a hat and glasses on.

Brucie and the Gibbos

This kid probably owns that Young Spirit boat in the back ground. He had a lot of young spirit. He also said he had 5 girl friends. I couldn't tell if Scotty was proud or jealous.

There's Captain Sarah, the one leaning over the railing making sure we didn't run into any sea cucumbers. "Steady as she goes boys"

I busted Emily stealing Nicks wallet while he was high fiving his invisible buddy. (More on Nick's imaginary friend later at a later date)

When we got back from sailing the seven seas (well to the mouth of the Yarra) we realised that the Melbourne's city buildings were performing a musical version of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

Raoul Duke - Suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car... and a voice was screaming: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?

Scotty has this sign above his bed now

Cards got pretty loose, here's a picture of him with Don Johnson

I cant recall exactly what was going on here but I think he was trying to sell his Esky

Mavie "found" a scooter and ripped out a wall ride

Then Angie showed him how its really done

Later that night me and James went to a party where he smoked apple flavoured tobacca through a hookah

2008-03-10T23:00:00.001+11:00

Okay that worked, now to add a picture. I bet this doesn't work. If it does this is Scotty attempting to air over Nick. Best skate photo ever

Teste teste

2008-03-10T22:58:00.000+11:00

I'm trying to figure out how to make this work. I'm not doing very well. Probably because I have an aversion to reading instructions.