Then there was that summer where Jimmy Stewart and i made a drunken bet to see who could stay sitting down the longest. It dragged into days and weeks when we managed to get Grace to bring us some wheelchairs. She was pissed about always having to make the tea cause we couldn’t get the chairs into the kitchen. We would spend all night clanging around his flat practicing our wheelchair wheelies. i think we pissed his neighbors off too cause Jimmy got into some stupid argument with the guy across the way so i totes won that fuckin’ bet. BAM!
Here’s another one from the Northern Brisbane Rollers awards night. As you can see i ditched that lame-o mustard jacket. should have gone the vest option like RawShark did. That man is all class.
I can’t believe i wore a denim jacket and jeans combo in front of Alan Rickman. What was i thinking?!? He liked my beard though, touched it even. We had a moment.
There isn’t many things in my life that i have happened to me that i could give as ‘good advice’. however i can tell you that if Lord Vader wants ‘fist-bumb’ HE will initiate. nothing worse than being left hanging. same goes for high-fives.
i never wanted a cigarette more than right then
Its been a long time since Marty and i went skating, but i will never forget those days… that’s the power of love.
remember that time i went out for dinner and there was that terrible shooting… tragic
Urrgghh! If it’s not the Art Gallery full of fuckin’ kids, it’s the library full of wankers trying to impress their snooty Austrian girlfriends. Can’t i get some peace and quiet!?!

