Squid Update
I found the following photos in my Inbox this morning, and my first impression was that they were from some Romanian Snuff Film. It turns out they are a few snaps taken from the fateful Giant Squid Weekend of 1997. Props to Campbell for sending them over, and props to Mac who I think was the original photographer. (Also, props to anyone who can explain to me what "props" means). Now venture on for what I can only describe as "Mildly Disturbing Holiday Snaps".
Campbell made a comment on the Squid post that I kissed the Squid, which I didn’t believe. But here is the photographic evidence, which for some reason looks like an Andy Warhol painting. I don’t know if the angle I’m holding it is making it look smaller, but I remember the Squid being a lot bigger than this. As Campbell recalls "the Calamari Rings were the size of Hungry Jack’s Whoppers". When I went to clean it (which involves sticking your hand in it, and turning it inside out) it wrapped it’s tentacles up my arm all the way to my shoulder. I didn’t think it would still be alive, having been in an empty bucket while we played pool for three hours. Damn Sea Monster.
I’m in a make-shift bed on the lounge room floor, and my morning erection is about to be bitten off by either "Stuie" or the Hotel Guard Dog "Sneakers". The Yorke Peninsula in the late nineties was a dangerous place to be.
Left to right, Stuie, your humble Narrator, Campbell and Matty. For seven years it was a tradition to drive down to my Parent’s Pub on my birthday, for three solid days of binge drinking and Squidding. On the Sunday we would pile back into our cars and make the two and a half hour journey back to Adelaide. This photo was taken on a Sunday after my 20th birthday, and I would just like to add that this was a decade ago now. We are no longer filthy young Booze Hags, and all grew up to be decent clean living gentlemen.
posted by Beef at Monday, May 14, 2007
8 Comments:
This is obviously Stuie doing his impression of Bluto from National Lampoon's Animal House... But why in the bottom photo do BOTH Beef and Stuie look like extras from a George Romero film?? Sod the squid (so to speak), they look like they're about to go on a search for some delicious Brains...
10 years on - those once young men now have 2 children, 1 marriage, 5 kidneys, 2.73 livers and over 157 578 confirmed beer kills between them.
3 children if you include that one that beef coughed into some chick from gawler.
mmmm, brains.
If you’re referring to the Single Mum who slept with a pair of Nun-Chucks under her bed, than you are incorrect. That child isn’t mine, the Daughter was four years old when I met the Mum.
I still remember the Daughter’s first words to me when I met her.
"I hate you."
Precious.
They are the future.
Mind you beef, you did point to her and say you're next.
How do you estimate that you grew up to be a healthy clean living gentleman? You used the phrase "spiderman" in reference to a handful of spunk and a lover's face in reference to SNOW. You sir have problems, the least of which is your crippling alcohol addiction.
Desiree
WHAT DO WE WANT?
>>BRAAAAIIIINSSS.
WHEN DO WE WANT THEM?
>>BRAAAAIINSSSS.
What kind of equipment do you need to go squidding?
Post a Comment
<< Home