Sweetness.
I can't be bothered with this malarkey today. The sun is shining, I am freshly washed and laundered, and during a robust discussion about 'big things' on 774 today was told a listener had sms'd in the charmed phrase 'I've got a big thing I can show her if she likes.'Also:
WHAT'S NOT TO BE CHEERFUL ABOUT, PEOPLE.
112 days til the next election.
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OHMIGAWDYOUIZGONNABEFAMOUSDON'TFORGETTHELITTLEPEOPLELOL!
*Sorry. I thought someone need to make with the sarcasm today while you frollick with the fairies or whatever it is you're doing.
774 listeners do have big things. I wonder did JF read that out or just let you view it. Interesting to know what sticks in your memory
Captain
wow, john howard stumbled, let's do as they suggest and MAKE MUCH OF THIS IMAGERY~!!!
that *was* very sweet to watch indeed, but an election loss will be much sweeter (i'm refusing to get my hopes up on the grounds that the glass is always half empty, even when it looks full).
Howdy folks.
Ms Fits has been taking down all my posts referring to bodily functions.
I don’t know why she bothers because I just put them all straight back up again, so it’s a zero-sum game.
I think that behind all the upfront crudity and apparent worldliness she’s really a big prude. Typical private schoolgirl.
Today, however, I can’t seem to think of anything filthy to write, so I’ll just bang on about nothing in particular, thus leaving the texture of the blog unsullied for once.
Don’t say I never do anything for you.
I saw Ross Hannaford walking down Smith St the other day. Haven’t seen him for a good five years, and Jesus, does he look terrible! He’d give Keith Richards a run for his money.
It is unbelievable how much punishment these old rockers can absorb. There is hope yet for the likes of Fits and I.
Ross used to play in a three piece band in the Army and Navy club in Acland St. on Saturday afternoons back in the very last dying hours of the old St Kilda, just before SLOU started stinking up the telly.
He’d turn up at the gig full of more chemicals than Coode Island, and head straight for the bar.
Ross would drink pots chased down with double shots of neat whiskey, a rollie constantly smouldering at his side.
During the breaks, He’d go out on the balcony and have a joint.
Towards the end of the gig, pissed and stoned off his nana, he’d start deliberately breaking his guitar strings as an excuse not to keep playing, but up ‘till then he put out some amazing sounds. One of the truly great Australian guitarists, is Ross.
Another great gig at SKANC back in the day was Fred Negro’s Shonkytonk, which were up on Friday nights.
Shonkytonk is one of the last of the real-deal Oz-rock shitkicker pub bands, and they are properly drug-fucked alcoholics.
I haven’t caught a Shonkytonk gig for a couple of years, they don’t get out of St Kilda much and come to think of it, I haven’t even seen them advertised for months.
The SKANC was one of the best venues in Melbourne for a while, after the Continental shut down. Sigh. There’s a lot of room at the bottom.
A possible reason for my uncharacteristic mellowness may be found in the fact that I’ve successfully fucked over the ANZ bank.
Now, I never pay out loans and credit cards, even when I’ve got the cash to do so.
I’m liable to just nip off overseas for a couple of years, and by the time I’m back, they’ve given up looking for me.
Or they will screw up and present me with their head on plate, so either way, paying out the debt is a waste of money.
The latter is the case this time. What happened was that a few months ago, I was paying off a $2600 credit card debt at the minimum rate.
I let myself get behind by a few payments, having better things to do with the money. They started sending me threats and shitty letters.
At the last minute I went in and cleaned up the account and you know what they did?
PUT THE FUCKING MONEY INTO SOMEONE ELSES ACCOUNT!!!!
The next I heard about it was when I got a call from the debt collectors, but I still had the receipt from the deposit! So I sent a copy of it off to them and said dip your eye in shit, motherfuckers!
And now, they’ve given up hassling me! I win again!
who's the dickwad with the grudge against queensland?
go and get fucked. there's a reason everyone's leaving nsw and victoria to move up here.
to your credit, parts of your comment were correct. not the dildo part.
Anonymous, relax, MsFits is just jealous of Godzone country. She's hot as the proverbial, but jealous.
Describing Queensland as the worlds largest human zoo, suggests she has never been to Adelaide. Now there's a study in weirdness!
Cheers
pre-dawn leftist
Maybe your changing the demographic of the 774 audience, or is it just that freaks tend to shadow you?
What interested me about the amount of coverage (of the name forgetting and the falling over) was when one of my dear journalism lecturers suggested that it was the media beginning to push the idea that Howard is getting too old for the post.
Backed up a little by all the press about Johnnie's 68th birthday... I've certainly not heard about his previous ones.
On that possibly obvious note.
Turrah!
The trouble is, sometimes people really do have big things they want to show you, but the perverts ruin it for everyone.
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