pu k r ck festi als

punk rock festivals... i went to one last weekend, i've been to three now, this time was definitely the soberest for me, three nights of punks, bands and complete and total disregard for health and welbeing. this festival was highlighted for me by 10 of my friends and well wishers staying at my home, to me this was better than the party itself, reminiscing about things we did, planning to do other things, good times.

this kinda brings me to my point, which is the pre and after parties are usually better than the party itself, on the friday night there was meant to be a show in the park but the cops came and shut it down before i even arrived. there were bands later, under the cover of darkness, in a blatant show of disregard for authority. but really myself and my partner and many of my friends had a much better time riding our bikes to show and hanging out chatting in the park, the whole mood changed when the bands begun, it was a show and shows have rules and start and stop times, parties in the park go on till the booze runs out or someone realises that they have work or kids to attend to later and needs to go home. the same could be said for the show in the warehouse the next day, through bleary eyes from going to the pub after being in the park we trundled over to the autopsy warehouse across town, the highlight of this day was definitely the family friendly pub down the road that reminded me of the good bits of england, well the good pubs in england. The show itself was a sea of teenagers drinking goon, old timers drinking beers, people sneaking off to smoke stuff and stressed out anarchists trying to keep it all under control. the bands were a sea of organised shouting and distortion, most bands sounded the same as the last one. highlights of the bands were the bands of my friends who travelled down from brisbane (22 hours each way), they came along long way to get no money and to play for a grand total of about 40 minutes. Yet they played the most intense and original music of the day, and were appreciated by most.

so, the party died, nighthawk lost his wallet, only to find it later in his pocket and then be pissed of that no-one had been looking at his bum where his wallet was. then he cooked noodles for everyone. good goood times.

then the everyone left, 10:30 am sunday and they were all gone, then i cleaned up and played computer games all afternoon. i like festivals.

time time time....

see whats become of me?

i work 6 days a week now, i have no time to do anything stupid.
thus no interesting things to write about.

i think my feet grew, they are size 14 now. (hello ladies). is this possible?

This is my fourth post now so i think, due to the overwhelming amount of comments and traffic, that its time for some Q and A.

Q. (....) ?
A. funny you should ask. No.

Q. (...) ?
A. well my first reaction would be to ask. Then i think it would be fine to borrow the car.

Q.(....)
A. In my line of work, and in general, i think it is very very important to own black jeans. they are far superior to blue ones or any others made in inferior colours.

Q. (.....)?
A. flattered but spoken for.


i hope that clears it all up for you,
Happy reading

A Slam Dunk

i mentioned in an early post, of which there are only two..., that i brewed beer. I have a confession to make. My beer is delicious. I feel a little like a boastful home chef who rates their cooking far to highly, but its true, my beer is delicious. I've given some to 3, well all 3, of my friends and they are all in complete agreement. I make good beer.

i read that in blogs it is ok to divulge intensely personal secrets, i've thought about this and decided not to. I thought that you should all know.

this last week is the first week that i have worked more that 3 days consecutively, i worked 6. I feel a little like a grown up, so this morning before work i tidied up around the house and helped a neighbour move some furniture. more grown up behaviour. i starting to get a little concerned about this so i decided to write poetry about the place of mechanical bulls in western society.