Being drunk = BAD 

Present state = MELTDOWN 

Lovely 1970's Turkish Lady

Laura, you and Stevie have to drop this in your next dj set. It is quite possibly the raddest thing ever.

Our weekend.

Friday night:

Watch Kevin and Nick's other band Mink Mussel Creek play in Perth. Get home ~ 2:30 am Sat morning.

Saturday:

4:30 am : Get picked up by Jodie en route to the airport.

6:30 am : Catch flight to Brisbane (about 5 and a half hour flight from Perth). No sleep.

2pm : Arrive at Brisbane (there's a 2 hour time diff). Begin drive to Byron Bay.

4:30pm : Arrive at Byron. Go straight to studio near Byron to see if we wanna record there. We don't.

5:30pm : Go straight from studio to venue. Load in. Sound check.

7:30pm: Manage to change clothes and underpants. Thank god.

11:30pm: Play show (sold out woohoo!) in Byron bay.

Sunday

1am : Pack up shit into van. Have a few post gig drinks.

2:30 am: Go to bed.

4:30 am: Rudely awoken by Jodie banging down our door.

5am: Begin drive back to Brisbane airport:

7:30am : Catch flight back to Perth.

11am: Arrive Perth airport.

12pm: Arrive at In the Pines, a festival we're playing at that night.

2:30pm: Pond, Gumby and Nicks side project play in the early afternoon.

4:00pm. Manage to have first shower since Friday!

8:30pm: Play show. Manage to somehow get through it without dying from lack of sleep/energy.

11pm: Foolishly decide to go back to friends house with the other guys to drink/party.

Monday

2am: Get a lift home. Crawl into bed. Oh god. I love my bed.

Pigeons of Shit Metal

So it's 3:30 am on Wednesday morning. and i'm slightly drunk. why do i keep doing this to myself?

anyway. i saw the eagles of death metal tonight. and it was ammmmazing. plus we got in for free wooohoooo.

Barcelona

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NYC BABY!!!!

Freedom and adventure taste like vanilla lollies. Believe!

Airports / Airplanes

Ode to Abi

Abi, Abi, you light up my life,

if you were a boy, I'd make you my wife.

The tall to my shortness,

the blonde to my brown,

you make me laugh when I'm feeling down. 

Abi, Abi, you're one of a kind, 

better than cheese and pickles combined.

If I were an archer,

you'd be my bow,

You are the funniest person I know (even funnier than Stevie).

Abi, Abi, let's not be sad,

you're the best best-friend I've ever had.

The smoke in my rollie, 

the glass for my wine, 

angel from heaven you're truly D-VINE!

Abi, Abi, how can this be?,

you've always been like a father to me. 

The rofl in my ichatz, 

the button on my coat (or rather falling off my coat but that's another story),

all I can say is I'M ON A MUTHAFUCKING BOAT!

gets meh? x

I died a little bit. but I exploded back. No black outs just sunshine. 

Today the lights went out.

In return here is a little taster of Byron Bay... if you don't have a car you won't be able to go to the lighthouse but it is omnipresent always watching from up on the hill.  You can walk to the most Eastern point of Australia from there.

And so it begins

I figured this was an appropriate first post...

I went to a barbecue / birthday party / boozefest at the beach on Sunday arvo. Thought you London folk might appreciate it. This is 5 minutes down the road from my house....