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fresh piece. more photos coming soon oooh yeah
I cut off my moustache today. I’ve been painting all night and went a little crazy from enamel fumes..
It seemed to make sense.. ah well.. photos tomorrow.
Sorry for the lack of fun.. but its been a whirlwind since leaving Europe to coming home and basically still feeling like i’m on holiday.. but for good measure heres the basic standard of what I’ve been doing since I’ve been home. Getting my dirty mug on front covers of newspapers. BAM!
Get a load of this..
more antipodean hotness to come soon..
look at that dirty mugshot
at risk of just being a video dump, heres one more..
its fucken hilarious
so from what i can remember of bestival (now a week past.. bear with me) it was totally fucken rad.
I’d worked 6 days straight and 10 shifts up until that weekend – penance for asking for a whole weekend off – and by the thursday night i was completely knackered.. so i was ready to smash it.
actually, rewind just a minute.. my mate danny sorted me out with a pair of free tickets, so me and my other mate mark ‘muscles’ lawler were excited from the get go.. we didnt even know who was playing at all. all i could remember from a brief look at the website was george clinton and funkadelic, hot chip and amy smackhouse. while i was busting a nut working, marky sorted out how the fuck we were gonna get there, and courtesy of a cheap bus and an expensive ferry, we were on the isle of wight.
Too bad for us it was pissing down with rain.. like harder rain than i’d seen since melbourne flooded on christmas day 5 or 6 years ago.. Not boding well so far for the weekend, so first things first for the team rowdy boys.. pair of gumboots. then the pub. A cheeky couple of pints later, we’d jumped on a bus that was going towards the festival site, through more rain.. got to the festival (Robin Hill Country Park) and to our dismay, it started raining heavier. What do you do in that situation? Crack into the cans, what else? Brief chat to Rob from Reading over a can of Stella until the weather cleared up a little and then straight into the sea of mud.. as far as the eye can see. It really was everywhere.
We’d walked for fucken ages to try and find somewhere to camp and then disaster struck. Im talking disaster of all disasters.. So we’d found somewhere to camp, pulled out all our stuff and lo and behold, tent? check. pegs? check. beer? check. dryish patch of ground? check. tent poles? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE DONT HAVE TENT POLES?? fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. After a quick stress smoke and another can, reality finally hit us and we just went ‘fuck it. lets get drunk’ a-la the dude.. Off to the main arena we went..
Friday Night. It was on. We were there. Cans were in our pockets ready for action.. We just didnt know who or when any of the bands were on.. lucky for us, we went into a tent and the breeders were playing. like the breeders all the way back from 1994 the breeders.. fuck yeah. after that, we went and got a few pints of rowdy juice and went to check out the main stage.. it was shit and we went back to the big top tent and up next was this radcore canadian two piece called chromeo, and i think at that stage flip called me.. a whole lotta yelling later, it was back to the serious business of getting smashed so much it didnt matter we were sleeping in a tent without poles that night, and dancing to some serious 80’s revival electro funk.. oh yeah..
Soon after, we were knackered.. back to the tent, through the mud.. into a tent without poles.
Stay tuned for Saturday.
arrived last week in the post after a serious shit fight with british delivery services..
thats right.. its got a little monitor speaker, headphone jacks, line outs, an inbuilt pre-amp and best of all, runs on ac or batteries.
love it
actual title. fuck
..so there was a hectic couple of days where it was THE MOST IMPORTANT thing in the world to buy a ticket to norway to go hang out with funky mark lawler, so on the positive vibe there’ll be an international bender going on, the flights were booked. turns out funky mark and his marky bunch were going to be on their road trip 15 hours away on the other side of norway. ah well. its no-ones fault really.. who wouldve thought me of all people couldve been so proactive at buying plane tickets?
yeah my point exactly. still.. cant wait to get there
ps new menu at work means all work and no play makes brendan a dull boy. 16 hour day no breaks suck.
photos of some new work and the latest in the english summer of drink to come.. word
So i started a blog a couple of weeks ago, but soon reaised i had nothing to write about. But since then, i’ve been travelling, got a new job, and snuck a card up my sleeve..
So as for the travelling part, i went from Vienna to Berlin, via Ceske Krumlov, Prague, Kraj Liberic and Dresden. I flew into Vienna for a week and hung out with my housie Judith and another friend Niki (ps thanks again for putting me up!) and went on a tour of Viennese late night sausage stands.. Then it started getting funny. I caught a train across the border into Ceske and had a fairly drunken may day, when it dawned on me to never listen to my mate Danny ever again. That idiot i was going to meet up with in Prague said when we were organising the trip that there was no need to book accommodation, and we’d sort it out on the day. Yeah good one Susan..
So come Prague, there’s absoluteley no accommodation at all, being the may day holiday and all.. Shit. Lucky we could drink in Prague for sweet fuck all. Brahnik’s 9 koruna anyone? (ps 1 pound gets you 32 koruna. fuck yeah) So we end up drinking all night and then going to a titty bar til the early hours and then slept in a park. Great start to Czech..
Then we decided to travel north to Kraj Liberic, a province of Czech.. Yeah, turns out to be a shithole.. But on a night out in Liberic, we wondered round trying to find bars (who would’ve thought in the magical beer land?) but after getting pretty loaded I found a burger place on the side of the road (bad idea) and Danny saw there was a bar next to it.. So we walk in, and it turns out to be a Gypsy bar. It was tense, until Danny ended up chatting with the owner and it just ended up being a laugh.
Next day, 3 trains to various small Czech towns, we decided to just go to Dresden, which turns out to be the best idea we could’ve made. It turns out that in Germany, people are much more helpful when you just rock up without booking accomodation, so after checking a tinternet cafe for local hostels, we started walking to one of them, which was full. After hearing that a million times in Czech, we started to walk out, but the girl at reception told us to wait, and did a ring around, and told us to go to another one, which may have had a no show. (it was still may day weekend, and it seemed every hostel was booked) We went there and were told to come back at 11 when it was the earliest they could give away the booked room.. So 2 beers later we went back to some bad news.. I was gearing up to sleep in a park again, but the second reception girl called around, and we were in luck.. not just any luck, hostel on a boat luck.. Fuck yeah. It also turns out that there are an infinite amount of bars that are open compared to the north of Cesky.. But it also turns out that dodgy burgers make you really sick. And by 12 i was feeling it. Shit.
Next day, i’ve recovered, ate a massive breakfast, and then went to the Bahnhof to go to Berlin. Now i’ve heard good things about Berin, but i didn’t realise how fun it would be. Me and Danny wanted to get tattoos, and get really drunk. Standard really.. By this stage, we learnt quick smart and had booked accomodation beforehand.. Sunday night, Berlin. The stage was set.
I picked up one of those boggo tourist maps at the hostel, and it seemed alright, because at least it had a few tattoo shops on there. It also made mention of a bar called Wild at Heart, so i decided that at least it would be a decent start.. turns out we didnt really need to leave. After a pint there, we went on a tour of offies around the area, which all seemed to have tables and chairs out the front, and then came back for a descent into chaos.. Now if you know me, you’d preobably know that i dont really like punk.. But Danny and his flouro pink mohawk does, which made it pretty funny, because en route to Prague, he’d bought Stone Cold’s biography, which both of us had read by the time we got to Berin. Which also made us think we were top flight wrestling superstars. It was also funny when Danny was skanking away to this band on stage, I came seemingly out of nowhere, and BAM! DDT. It was on.. turns out also that i make a great heel.. everyone watching the band hated me. It was awesome. That was pretty much the tone of the 3 days in Berlin. En route back to the hostel, we discovered Schawarma.. MY GOD.
Back in London, weeks earlier, i got supremely drunk drinking double scotch on a friday night, and berated a regular, who’s one of the head chefs around the corner from the pub i worked at.. I kept asking him for a job, something i have complete memory loss of. Turns out he could remember and got me a job.. Farken hilarious. So now im working as a chef in this really nice kitchen. Result.
As for a card up my sleeve, check it out. Its for my kids back home. taking one for the team. I was ging to keep it secret, but i couldnt help myself.
