Beer Garden at the Union Hotel During a Downpour.

Wall at a Job in North Melbourne.

A Raven and Feet.

The Right Stuff.

Is there a more manly book than Tom Wolfe's The Right Stuff?

No Skott, there is not.

Correct.

Thirty Cents.

Roof at Barkly Square.

This is a reasonably impressive roof for a generally unimpressive place.

MEOW!

A City Dancefloor on a Saturday Night.

I know who 8/9ths of these feet belong to.

Green Flag.

Blue skies are becoming more common. Both in reality and in the last two days photos.

Balloons.

Some far off balloons up in the air at a quite ridiculous hour. As an added bonus we can see part of the front of Grey and JMac's new house.

Australian Flag and Afro Ken.

Alex came to have a look at my back pack today to see if it was suitable for her upcoming trip. It was not quite big enough but seeing that flag and good old Afro Ken sure brought back some crazy ass memories.

K o.

Smoking Skull.

I am assuming it is smoking that killed this dude. The sum bitch is so hardcore that even in death he continues to smoke fat cigars and see dollar signs everywhere he goes.

A Pig, A Calf and Mount Langi Ghiran.

Some of my brother's ever expanding brood.

Art Deco Statue.

This piece is in the foyer of the Ararat Retirement Village. I am very fond of it.

Yawning Gus.

Respoked Rear Wheel.

My weird old mate at the bicycle shop did a respoking job on my wheel. He likes to take his time. I gave him a week. He did an excellent job.

Zippo.

I found and old Zippo lighter the other day. I painted it black and refilled it with fluid. I don't entirely know why.

Art.

Some artwork which adorns the wall of the office which I work in. I assume it was made by a child, but you never know.

Ominous Sky.

The sky looks dark as I return from Campbellfield down the always excitingly congested Sydney Road.

A Door Wedge.

It was on the floor, staring at me, I could not resist.

Interesting Roof.

I see a lot of weird shit on my weekly sausage pilgrimage to Bunnings Lincoln Mills. This person has decided to repair the roof with a Drink Drive, Bloody Idiot sign. Must have been drunk.

Dreads.

One of my new housemates decided she wanted a change in the hair department. Half an hour later, Jüte holds ten years worth of Dörthe's dreadlocks. Too much fun for me on a Friday afternoon.

curb your enthusiasm.

This season of curb has been sensational. With LD at his red-hot best and the internal Seinfeld reunion, I struggle to stop laughing for the full half hour.

SAY BULMERS for Cider.

Out for dinner for JMac's Birthday at the Union Hotel in Brunswick. The last time I was here the place had strippers. Now they just have excellent and reasonably priced food. Do yourselves a favour kids!

Hail.

A build up of hailstones in P&M's front garden in Ressie. We did not get such excitement down south in the 'Stan.

CAUTION.

FORKLIFTS IN USE

Cuntney.

This one has puzzled me for a while. I imagine the author has a problem with someone named Courtney.

OH, SHIT.

I'm pretty sure we had this poster somewhere in the house when I was a kid. This one was in a demolished shed at the the back of a renovated house in Sheffo.

Gun O'Clock.

This was another Birthday gift from Paige and Mike. It is some sort of Japanese alarm clock. It comes with a gun to turn off the alarm. It is quite entertaining.

Empty Again.

The room is empty again, awaiting the arrival of more Germans.