The big move

We packed up and moved on the weekend, to the house that Conor and Amanda moved out of on Friday. Hilarity ensued.









Tom came from a champagne breakfast with a sack of beers. I love Tom's sacks of beers.



This guy dug a disturbing hole for himself by insisting he wasn't interested in this picture, but wanted it for a 'cutting surface'.





Cathy's soft toy tampon fell in the toilet.









Sunday late srvo sesh at the revamped city park. Crazy Eddie shies away from the media.



Joey drew gasps from the fresh lurkers here.



This would be my submission for Slam magazine's cover if it was 1990.



Winter is over! Lovely stuff.



The street vibe has been somewhat diminished, but I must admit to enjoying the smooth new curves!

Skatey Saturday

Joey rocked up at our place in a Jeep. A match made in heaven!



Breakfast of champions at McDonalds over near Sunshine. A driver cut us off on the way in. "Suck my cock!" yelled Joey in retaliation.



You know you're in Sunshine when you see the real life Kerrigan's towing truck.



Conor got the ball rolling right there in the carpark.



Newport was a bit crowded but still highly enjoyable.



Even though his skating is coming along well and he took some hilarious slams, Danza really hit his stride between spots.



Yarraville park is weird and sketchy. I left the gang there for ages while I checked out a house with Sarah.



Look at them, they love it.



Then we drove around for ages trying to find Deer Park. It was a bit Deliverance, with a few near lynchings and weird scenes at the end of no through roads. Anyway, it started raining, so we headed for the Ninja Turtles headquarters.



The bowl upstairs is a million times better than the janky street course.



Even staunch street styler Jordan was into it.



As was I.







While Danza and Joey shot orange guns, I played on the harshest speed bumps in the world and Conor slept in the van.



Then we headed back to mine and went our seperate ways.



Some of us went on an ill-fated mission to Clifton Hill. Oh well, the view was spectacular.

The weekend that was

Straight from a hectic workaday week to the cinema - three films on Friday night!



First up: Karl Lagerfeld doco. I like him! This bit was beautiful. All these women filed around this Chanel tiered structure, all dressed in black. Once they were all in position, they shed their coats, revealing bright, colourful outfits. Sublime.



To keep the Libran balance in my life, next stop was the premiere of Tom Walsh's skate vid. Prior was dressed in a suit and was chugging away on a bottle of Moet, always the joker.



Tom



Otherwise known as: Gay Fag.



Prior burst onto the big screen in a big way.



Callum got the curtains and hung shit on his own part very vocally.



Conor and I were the elders of the group. It was quite an honour to be invited, I must say!







We saw Holy Mountain too. That is some crazy shit. Saw this on the way home.



And this when I got home. Sarah had been to the Vice party.



Househunting sucked. Then we went into town and saw Laith with his girlfriend, taking portraits on the street in exchange for a free lollypop. We dutifully obliged.



Caught up with Chris at jerome's, and Marty on the phone...



And Rosie.



On Sunday we saw the new Harmony Korine film, about a Michael Jackson impersonator that meets a whole lot of other impersonators. It also featured nuns falling out of planes flown by a drunk priest. Very sad.



Sunday night, Tristan and Adriana cooked us rad Thai dinner. Tristan did the dessert presentation - you can tell he's a graphic designer.









BAYSIDE for life.