Hello, La-dy Musgrave.
Hello Boys.
Cease pecking at my eyes, you vultures, and enjoy some happysnaps. Have them framed and spice up your mantelpiece. I shall relay the sordid tale of our salty adventures in the near future.
A magical morning, preceded by a hellish night.
Some natives I befriended some time ago, hailing from the proud Wadjafella tribe.
Surrounded by flawless natural beauty, Steve is overwhelmed, however has the presence of mind to hide his swollen nipples.
The schoolgirl uniform.
Some squid that the Coon and I shot.
This is a dirty big Coral Trout, shot by Stumpy.
Bugalugs and a fish.
Texas Hold'Em Poker with Anal Sex playing cards and minature fake Australian currency. Brilliant. This is only a guess, but I'd say that in this shot:
I have to get up and help with the fencing tomorrow, because the bushfires came back while I was away, and burnt out most of the farm while miraculously sparing the house and other incongruous things like the woodheap and the haystack, despite the fire clearly having travelled within a few foot of these things. Five houses on our road burned down, including one bordering our property and another down the road within pissing distance (given favourable wind conditions).
xo.
A magical morning, preceded by a hellish night.
Some natives I befriended some time ago, hailing from the proud Wadjafella tribe.
Surrounded by flawless natural beauty, Steve is overwhelmed, however has the presence of mind to hide his swollen nipples.
The schoolgirl uniform.
Some squid that the Coon and I shot.
This is a dirty big Coral Trout, shot by Stumpy.
Bugalugs and a fish.
Texas Hold'Em Poker with Anal Sex playing cards and minature fake Australian currency. Brilliant. This is only a guess, but I'd say that in this shot:
- Ian is playing logically, (and losing)
- I am trying to appear to play illogically, (and losing)
- Steve is playing highly illogically and calmly quite naturally, (while winning and losing big)
- Chris is playing highly illogically with sharp outbursts of profanity, (while winning and losing big)
- Stumpy is robbing us blind with his uncanny luck and canny noggin,
- Dom is completely silent, musing on improvements for his Lurch impersonation.
I have to get up and help with the fencing tomorrow, because the bushfires came back while I was away, and burnt out most of the farm while miraculously sparing the house and other incongruous things like the woodheap and the haystack, despite the fire clearly having travelled within a few foot of these things. Five houses on our road burned down, including one bordering our property and another down the road within pissing distance (given favourable wind conditions).
xo.
posted by dr. cok at 11:58 PM
17 Comments:
Yo. ive been trying to get in touch with you, but with no success. Do i take it you are back at home, and its the best place to get a hold of you? I gots some things i would like to talk to you about. laterz.
My word, Chris is looking particularly seedy & hobo-like!
Hey digger, can you e-mail the hi-res version of that first shot? It has wallpaper written all over it.
Stumpy destroyed my faith in randomness.
I am now convinced there is a God, a malicious and devious God, who for some reason has a hard-on for the Stump.
Why did you have to shot those teeny squid? They look small enough to have been bullied into the boat, surely?
Nice to have you back, the horsies survive the fires, ok? And the donkey?
They are fairly average size squid. You need to work on your tact when discussing other peoples fishing conquests. Use skills honed on nob discussions.
The horsies are ok, the donkeys perished. They are ugly, so I don't really mind.
apologies my adequately endowed (in life* and fishing) friend.
That's really awful, just cos they are ugly doesn't mean they need to go Salem stylz. And not even a trial.
I'm all sad now. Shit.
*2nd hand info, no direct experience and thus socially awkward ramifications (assures the readership).
I'm not tactful in those discussions either, have been cautioned there too.
What about the other animals?
And most importantly, Toffee's ball?
By the way, fucking awesome photos, especially the first one, that excited me immensely!!!
btw, saw the stump at uni yesterday. We mused on rememberance of anal sex poker games passed. He is doing some waitering work, looks exactly the same, except clothed in black pants and shoes, and white collared shirt. Like a surfy kid working after school at Maroubra Franklins.
p.s. hope fire recovery is going okay
Mmmmm. Anal sex poker.
Like the fotos muchly. The first one as mentioned elsewhere is something else (if you follow).
Very sorry to hear about the fire damage. It must be mortifying, while at the same time a massive relief that the damage was not worse. Thank heavens the woodheap did not go up! (oh lord, the irony hurts my head, it does).
All the best for the rebuild. Knowing your father, it will all be bigger an' better and probably made of stone.
Yes! Mat and his dad should build a castle!
With secret passages, and a tower with a damsel in distress. I'll try to arrange for my Swedish head-candle girl, she should fit the role well.
And his dad can say, looking out the window, "Some day, lad, all this will be yours!" and Mat can reply "What, the curtains?"
Oh, how our tummies will hurt from the laughter!
Thanks!
Since the tomorrow in the post is now today, final hardbound thesis has been given to the library to be put on a shelf and never opened again. Perhaps it will supply a portion of the heat energy in the great fires of 2073. Perhaps it will survive the fires, and function as a bible of sorts for the mutant hoards that roam the post-apocalyptic world. Either way is good, the important thing is it's serving a purpose.
As Alferd Packer sang:
The sky is blue and all the leaves are green,
my heart's as warm as a baked potato,
I think I know precisely what I mean,
when I say it's a shpedoinkle day.
oops, being the complete knob I am, I posted this reply on the wrong blog...
Haha - strangely enough, mum & dad's rubbish heap didn't go up in flames either.
(Mum, with her terrible sense of humour, suggested they invite the CFA, & everyone else who has helped after the fires over for a bonfire & BBQd lamb....ahem...)
That's not your material! But it's good, but.
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