Other People's Snaps
Time for some random photos. Only this time they are not from my camera, but ones that have been emailed to me over the last few weeks from various felons.
A photo Campbell sent me. I had to rotate the picture so it would fit onscreen, but it seems more appropriate like this anyway. It’s from Stewie’s Stag night, and like some perverse take on the Dhali Lama ritual, they’ve put the Groom-to-be in an ornate wooden chair and laid it in the middle of the road. Only now is he free to check his text messages.
Muel also sent me this Polaroid of Aspin shaking hands with Ricky Ponting in a Bargain Price Supermarket (click to enlarge). If you're reading Aspin, explain the photo in the comments section. Coz it's random.
Also from Muel: "This is a pic of me and my Bali brother on my initial 3 month Asian trek on an island in Indo. It captures a beautiful moment, a deft mix of pain and pleasure."
There is such a fine line between pleasure and pain. I can't see the lower halves of their bodies, so I can’t tell if they are getting blown by whores, and mauled by sharks.
Here's a historic photo from Mac: it's my first day in London, April 2004. Left to right: Bell, Chuck, myself, Campbell, Mac, Jodie. Muel is the guy having some form of palsy fit across our laps. I had been living in London for only five hours when this photo was taken. Five kilos lighter, a mild sun tan and – holy shit- I’m even smiling. I barely recognise myself in this picture.
I’ve now been in London for over 38 months. Here’s a more recent photo:
Speaking of Mug-Shots, here’s an email from Magic: "Trying to give myself a haircut when the old clippers broke down mid-cut. The fashion police took me away for a photo session at Sunhill." (click to enlarge).
And finally, another photo from Mac. It’s Muel and myself in my Adelaide Flat, circa 1999. I’m wearing Rabbit ears and a Feather Boa, and Muel is dressed in a shirt, tie, Taekwondo helmet – and he’s also sticking a gun in my face. Dear God, what can any of this possibly mean? I honestly can’t tell you, because I do not remember this photo at all. I don’t remember kissing that squid in the earlier post, and I don’t recall, well, whatever the hell is happening in the photo above.
What was it about the 1990s? Why am I blocking most of that decade from my memory?
A photo Campbell sent me. I had to rotate the picture so it would fit onscreen, but it seems more appropriate like this anyway. It’s from Stewie’s Stag night, and like some perverse take on the Dhali Lama ritual, they’ve put the Groom-to-be in an ornate wooden chair and laid it in the middle of the road. Only now is he free to check his text messages.
Muel also sent me this Polaroid of Aspin shaking hands with Ricky Ponting in a Bargain Price Supermarket (click to enlarge). If you're reading Aspin, explain the photo in the comments section. Coz it's random.
Also from Muel: "This is a pic of me and my Bali brother on my initial 3 month Asian trek on an island in Indo. It captures a beautiful moment, a deft mix of pain and pleasure."There is such a fine line between pleasure and pain. I can't see the lower halves of their bodies, so I can’t tell if they are getting blown by whores, and mauled by sharks.
Here's a historic photo from Mac: it's my first day in London, April 2004. Left to right: Bell, Chuck, myself, Campbell, Mac, Jodie. Muel is the guy having some form of palsy fit across our laps. I had been living in London for only five hours when this photo was taken. Five kilos lighter, a mild sun tan and – holy shit- I’m even smiling. I barely recognise myself in this picture.I’ve now been in London for over 38 months. Here’s a more recent photo:
Speaking of Mug-Shots, here’s an email from Magic: "Trying to give myself a haircut when the old clippers broke down mid-cut. The fashion police took me away for a photo session at Sunhill." (click to enlarge).
And finally, another photo from Mac. It’s Muel and myself in my Adelaide Flat, circa 1999. I’m wearing Rabbit ears and a Feather Boa, and Muel is dressed in a shirt, tie, Taekwondo helmet – and he’s also sticking a gun in my face. Dear God, what can any of this possibly mean? I honestly can’t tell you, because I do not remember this photo at all. I don’t remember kissing that squid in the earlier post, and I don’t recall, well, whatever the hell is happening in the photo above.What was it about the 1990s? Why am I blocking most of that decade from my memory?
posted by Beef at Tuesday, May 29, 2007
6 Comments:
holy crap... its my green couch! my stereo speakers! and my coffee table!
All purchaced at a 'you just dont git prices like dis anymore' price.................
The 90s can be summed up by the song 'Twisted' by Keith Sweat. But get the 'Sexual Healing' remix version.
I remember the 90's because of the hall of shame under the stairs...
I remember when Ozi broke the tape deck in his Car Stereo by driving over the Beulah Road Speed humps too fast.
I also remember when we tried to fix the Stereo....by reversing back over the same Speed Humps at the same velocity.
Didn't work.
Also: Dr V sent me this link
Not related to anything in the post, just an advert that incorporates a very important euphemism (well, important to us Shoddy people anyway).
you dont remember the 90's because of everything you've done to your body from 2000 onwards you municipal fucker! MUNICIPAL! MUNICIPAL! thats enough municipal for now. also i can send photos of your return day to london 2nd time round! sorry video! HU-MER-US! municipal
Your're getting closer to those 31 posts....
ricky and i often bump into each other in supermarket aisles when he does his 2nd only slightly less glamorous job of repping for homebrand canned vegetables. he has the hairiest forearms in tasmania.
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