a skatepark, a backyard mini, a game of football and some food

Everyone knows the best new skatepark is Fawkner. We went there on Sunday expecting the usual gaggle of scooters, rollerbladers and assorted skate tribes, only to find it relatively empty. This ollie was one of Eddie's lesser manouveres and I can hardly walk now. I should really do some yoga.



Dion put a ramp in his backyard!



It's pretty whippy and amazing.



Everyone smiles when they are in its vicinity.



Jake did a feeble stall on the 'extentch' - no mean feat, I assure you!



It was the final of the rugby world cup, so we assembled at a pub with $3 pizzas to cheer Rosie along.



It was a real nail biter, or head holder.



They did it! Awesome!!!

update

I got a sweet gig taking photos for an ad campaign! All because of this blog. So I've been taking literally thousands of photos over the past couple of weeks, but I can't use any of them and my blog is suffering. The irony! I thought I'd put just a few of the ones I can't use up, to keep things moving.

I went to Adelaide for my mum's 60th birthday.



It was great fun!



It was good to see all is well at that end. Anna is hypnotising Penny,



and Pij is an expert photographer like his big brother. Here he is falling into a box.



We went to a show in the country. I didn't get this guy to sign a release form after I took this photo of him eating a sausage on bread.



Just one of many amazing photos of Sam that didn't quite make the cut. Sorry, Sam.



Speaking of the GP, he's only gone and got himself a pimping bachelor pad!



It came fully furnished.



There's been a lot of this kind of action, too. That's right, these guys are making a film about me blogging! Luckily, it's Raph's brother Johann and my new friend Derry, not Ryan Seacrest and a big filmer guy from Survivor.



This is a great photo of a guy who looks like when Tintin disguises himself, but I didn't get him to sign a release form, so here you go: photographic magic.



Here's Derry, capturing my life. Hey Derry, shouldn't you be pointing that thing at me?



That's more like it!



Derry again, on my cruiser board at our final filming session at the museum. That's all for now!

Bday weekend

Let's kick things off with a photo of Joey playing with an air horn. He got some decent volume out of that thing - really annoying stuff!



Here he is again, amongst the crowd at my birthday drinks! We had the back room at Long Play, which is conveniently located just a few thousand centimetres from our place.



Sam having a taste of my espresso martini - one of several delicious cocktails I ingested.



The lovely Romy, with Amanda propping up the window in the background.



Jase



The lads kicked in and got me some new kicks! Thanks lads.



Andy and Duncan.



I must have been getting pretty abstract by this point. Rosie looks on adoringly, while Emilio is obviously amazed at the previously unrevealed depths of my intelligence.



The bar closed eventually, so a few of us hit the streets in search of... something.



That something turned out to be more drinks, at the Gasometer.



The worried look in designated driver Sam's eye speaks volumes.



Must have been getting a bit late. Thank god for that espresso martini!



Our gracious publicans let us stay on for a few. Sorry if I was ridiculous, guys!



The rest of the weekend was spent in a horrendously haungover state, which is not to say it wasn't fun. I just stopped taking photos, which is a shame, because we set up some massive obstacles from Joey's work at the museum and skated the absolute crap out of them.



Lovely Rosie came to pick us up.



I managed to snaggle us a couple of tickets to see Jonathan Safran Foer talk on Sunday night. Quite the parallel (in terms of family background and interests) life to my own. He had a lot of interesting stuff to say. I liked him!