Good news

Well, for starters, Joey flew back from travelling around Europe for eight months. Here he is, fresh off the plane, as Joeyish as ever. Welcome back!



Things have been pretty tough at work. Penny and I have hardly had time to play ridiculous video games against each other.



Bands are still playing around the place. This one was called Gold Tango, and boy was their drummer good!



This is the lovely Houlette, starring Felicity, Ceci, some other nice people and a cool woman who plays the harp who we were hanging with at Banjo's jamboree. They launched their single and Tim had filmed Super 8 footage which was projected onto the wall behind them. There were also biscuits!



The grand final was on and after several tastes of spring, we ambled down to meet Tom at his mate's house, where the air was thick with the smell of anxious, seething, good natured men. There were women there too, but they didn't smell.



Conor was in town! As were Leah and Ed, but that hardly merits an exclamation mark. Post game, a saints supporter rushed out past us, crying, to have a little vomit down the side of the house. He was fine after that.



The woman over the road had these dogs! Like smiling, squashed luckdragons.



End of season kick of the footy.



Here's a recreation of when Miro (Cathy's dog) was pretending to play the organ the other night. The first time, we were grimacing through a bizarre skipping screening of the Graduate and Miro just started bounding sideways up and down the keyboard for no apparent reason - hilarious. This time, there was a pig's ear involved.



Dinner at the Middle Eastern. Amanda! Conor and Olivia were there too, but as Conor already got one and Olivia lives here, they hardly rate exclamation marks as well. Oh, ok. Conor and Olivia!



I must say, you've never really 'done' port until you've tried it from a port flute!



A slightly seedy Sunday brunch.



Gals



Sofia is constantly creating art at the moment.



Here's one she did of Riley:



And Riley returned the favour. Fia may not have been quite as cooperative a model, but he managed to come up with something.



The finished product.



Milo and I hatched a successful plan to go and see Ponyo at the movies.



On a less positive note, bloody Sam broke his leg in NYC. Thinking of you, Sam!

Banjo Jamboree

Hello, my name is Banjo. Welcome to my jamboree!



It all started back in Brunswick, where we loaded up Georgia's bug and hit the road to Guildford.



We made a quick detour to Georgia's photo show in Footscray. We hit the couch. Georgia is my mum.



This is my favourite photo in the exhibition. I was guarding it, before I was distracted by some shadows on the wall.



After a while, we hit the road again and put some k's under out belts. We stopped off at an op-shop at a little town. I had to wait outside.



They were gone for freakin' ages.



After a bit more driving, we finally made it to my jamboree!



Lots of our friends were there already. It's one hell of an occasion.



My friend Scout was there and we had a great play. We used to be sworn enemies actually, it was weird, we just hit it off this time.



Such a good scene.



Jamboree sunset. The best kind.



Ok, now I'm going to let Max talk again. I was tied to the bug most of the night anyway. Me being Banjo, not Max.



The barn dance was awesome! The band were killing it, and the pixie colonel guy had all the moves.



I'm a terrible dancer, but being told what to do made it a lot more fun.



After the barn dance, we headed over the road to the pub, where there was a bit of a jam happening.



The locals were friendly and in great form.



Riley and I went for a wander back to get beer from the car, I mean say hi to Banjo.



Saw this on the way:



Then headed back to the pub, where things were really kicking off.



A particular high point was a sing-song of Oh Yoko. Radiant living!



The pub had heaps of cool stuff like this on the walls.



A touch of street dancing on the way to the party at the church.



The church! The guy who used to live at our house lives here now.



Good fire!





But the kitchen was where the action was. DJ Maz.



Riley expressing the feel of the evening perfectly.



Kate as Bez from the Happy Mondays



Georgia as Shane McGowan of the Pogues.



The next morning was rather painful. Riley was looking good though, even if Banjo had pissed on his tent twice.



Banjo comparing hangovers with the gals.



Another joyous session with Scout rounded off the jamboree.



We stopped off at some sweet markets in Woodend.



Master of ceremonies and top bloke Roopa.



Our collected bounty.



The drive home was suitably sedate.



It was a great jamboree. See you next year, Guildford!