Archive for October, 2014

Pretty in pink.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Dali walking ant eaters.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Stoner food cook book trials.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Fender bender.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Red.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Newtown icon.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Most evenings on King St Newtown, this guy can be found riding his mobility scooter up and down the footpath. What gives him the edge is his scooter is pimped with an Elvis statue, and a pretty fierce sound system. I have to say, his playlist never fails to impress me, from Johnny Cash, all the way through to Rockin’ Robin.

Long may he scoot.

Footage can be viewed HERE

Mmmm, wooden dash.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Best foot forward.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Nesting.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Something spooky is going on, I’m nesting!. I’ve cleaned and sorted my office, I assembled a glass cabinet, I just framed my own painting, the house has been cleaned and bleached within an inch of it’s life, i’ve rearranged the pot plants . . I wonder what it all means??, I’m terrified I might be turning strait*!!??

* Of course not that there is anything wrong with that.

Dragstones.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Koo Koo.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

A gift, i’ve always encouraged skills in crafts with those around me.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Who knew.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Dance puppy, dance!.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Let’s go back to my room.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Oh Babs!.

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2014

Stan Smith.

Sunday, October 19th, 2014

Tonight I premièred my vintage Stan Smiths in Wollongong, I’m still not sure this place deserves fashion of this calibre, but it seems to be making an effort, so I extended the fashion hand of friendship.

Pissing at Karens.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

Phil and Don.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

ABBA.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

Cat call.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

There is a cat outside my window, it’s one of those creepy bastard talking ones, it’s not meowing, but totally sounds like it’s trying to speak to me.

That weird noise cats make when they want ‘relations’ . . ‘Ullooooooooo, myoooooooo oooooooow ulloooooooooooo nyoooooooow!!!!!!’.

It sounds confused, like it’s had a stroke. I’m helping it all I can by leaning out the window and trying to interpret it’s frustrated messages, “Yes, you want a root, I’m familiar with your tone, but there are no presenting pussycats here, try over the back fence where the crazy cat lady lives“.

Update:It didn’t go to the crazy cat ladies place, her sons had taken a gut full of pingers and were dancing dementedly around the back yard, the cat did however shut up after we ‘shooshed’ it, we were straining to hear what the hot, drug crazed guys were saying, without the added distraction of cacophonous wailing from a root crazed cat!.

The little monsters.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

Bug face.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

Intimates.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

Black.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

Kermie.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

Tighty whiteys.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

Restraint.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

Fear and loathing.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

No, just . . no!!.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

If i could find anyone willing to admit going to see Farnham on one of his farewell tours i’d organise a class action for a mass refund for false advertising :-)

Newtown ladies crochet club AGM.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

Can we talk?.

Friday, October 17th, 2014

RIP Joan Rivers, she was one of my political correctness safety valves. When something awful would happen, and it felt like I couldn’t even smile, along would come Joan with something so crass, so offensive and jarring, it would give me a jolt, and i would have a sense that I would laugh again.

So glad I got to see Joan with my filth sister Beryl, it was fantastic to pay homage, and squirm in my seat before the wonderful Joan.

Some of the first words my little nieces and nephews spoke (as taught by me) were, ‘Oh grow up!, just grow up!!’ and my favorite ‘Oh Arf Arf!!’. They could have had an uncle that taught them the ABC’s, but where would they be now?.

“I’ve had so much plastic surgery when I die they will donate my body to Tupperware”.