Fairwell to the dearly departed..


Quicky left last week and im still kicking myself that i didnt get to say a proper goodbye to him , missed him by about 20 minutes and was instead greeted by a wasted pack of bogans watching a manga movie hahaha hopefully he got the medallion i left in his letter box so if your reading this quick i left a GFC medallion in your letter box the night before you left , if you didnt get it theres a strong chance malcolm or murray have stolen it and youll never see it agin ..best of luck brother and i know youll be knocking the canadian ladies into a beatlemania like state of excitement.

In other news i've been extremely busy this week with my first lady going in for some pretty heavy surgery this week. She got a couple of bitchin scars and i must admit seeing her being wheeled into the sroom with heart monitors ,oxygen pumps and blood bags made me a little weak in the knees , but she's on the couch now eating doritos and other than walking around the house like an elderly bilbo bagiins she's all good , I'm also going to be staying with mel for the next week or so to keep an eye on things and make sure she eats more than refried spaghetti and toast. so i wont be back in the area besides on monday to hoop it up with the slot jockeys

Last sundays gig at the northcote social club was great , was about as intimate as bob dylan playing how does it feel in your bedroom , if you ever see a good gig annouced at the northcote social club then go !!! it's probly the best venue in melbourne as far as intimacy goes!

Also while in the hospital waiting for the melsta to get out i was walking through the corridors and had to walk through the intensive care unit to get some food , unfortuneatly as i was walking through a group of young girls and family members have obviosly been told some horrible news and broke down in grief and screaming around me , i've never seen anyone so totally overcome by loss and hopefully never have to again... all the ppl i have known die have been old or i've been told the information a few days down the track , it really put things into perspective for me and (knock on wood) hopefully i never have to go through what that family was going through.

so i should be bak in baysie next week and hopefully can catch up with some of y'all then as i've been busier than a stowaway hooker on a navy ship this week , hope everyone is well and a big congrats to thao's sister on her up coming numptuals , now if only taho and troy will publicly annouce there " love bond" the ngyuen family will be complete hahaha

jazzcats tip of the week is : Just say NO to INXS rockstar!!! , it's putrid bile seeping into the infected wound of a previously great band , michael would be turnin in his grave watching these american idol rejects slaghter his music all in the name of the mighty green back.....for shame

a to the mutherfuckin k homeboys

Jazzcat

The ancient ritual of sock burning...

Got back from toc on sunday, and am only now completley free of its effects.
The stupidity and drunken sheananingans are to many to list so i'll just go through a couple in dot point.

. First night there crappy fire on beach ,lani is scared of apprent wild boar in the bush, quicky spends rest of night shouting " i think its a were wolf lani"

. i drunkenly tell thao about a guy i knew who cut off all the hair from his my little pony , to which he quite seriously responded " are you threatening me?"

. Me ,emmett and rick play paintball the next day and are greeted by a burly bush man weho tells us we've missed the safety demo but just sighn this waiver , he then tells me to take of my pants , which i oblige due to what i presume is safety reasons, we get there and apprently have joined some group weekend and get pummleled as well as pummeling others , we leave half way through and are fairwelled fondly by the group as i assume they all think we know somebody there.. we then get back and the bushman asks us to thake off our protective overalls which everyone else does, it's now i realise they all have pants on..... so ... i then had to chase up the bushman who gave me back my pants which he had under his front desk ...why did i have to take my fuckin pants off then!! emmett and rick found this to be greatly ammuseing and taunted me with lines such as keep your pants on the rest of the way home

. The night of the toga party was huge, its mostly a blur but we danced a lot and drank alot more and made american pie style speeches about quicky while hunddled around the fire like the mighty ducks, it was then that for some reason i convinced everyone to throw one of there socks into the fire as a tribute to quicky.. grug and brian threw in both of theres but quicky wasnt diggin it as he had his desighner socks on, but we persuaded him eventually

. I then proclaim i'm gonna get nake-o under my toga pbut after i stand up i fall right back down and dont get back up again for another 2 hours temporally loosing the feeling of my limbs

. when i regain the ability to stand everyone else is fucked up and thao's inability to say shepperton food services , troys infamous turtle crawl and brian falling over like a tree in a hurricane then decalring he's going back to the van and walking the complete opposite direction , and me winning the inaugural " mangler trophy " which was one of brians old half burnt socks on a stick , where just a few of the splendid moments of that night , i'm sure there was many many more but hey ...

. the next day we all woke up amazingly hung over and with only one sock on,

so we sent quicky off in the baysie way , hopefully all goes well for him in the land of snow and frenchman ..

being back at work yesterday was absolute hell , i was still hungover and feeling like someone had kicked me in the stomach with an iron boot , but oh well serves me right... catch up with you all real soon

keep your pants on

Jazzcat