Thursdays the new Wednesday

Ok so im sure most of you are all aware that thursday nights in wollongong frikin shread head all over wednesday night. But yer i was kind of just looking for an excuse to publish this photo. Long gone are the days of glassy (monumental night club Glasshouse tavern). Thursdays nights are soo sweet - Retro night at the Illa. i love it, and i cant wait for this dam prac to be over to get back there. Yessss. Pictured is the infamous wall every man and his dog received profile shots of for their myspace. i love this shot.. old school glassy, profile wall in frame, showman, super young ivan and the googles. The other pic is the oldest glassy pic i could find. check out russ "real men wear pink" quinn's shirt.
SOOoooo pUre.

Melbourne Cup

While most of you were out consuming alcohol and contemplating which race horse to throw excessively large amounts on, i was stuck at Tomerong Public in 40 degree heat controlling 5 year olds. The latter, is no easy feat either. Anyway the above photo is the bets placed by Russ Quinn, Shawn McCauley, Ian Osterloh and My dad. 100 x $3 trifecta bets with 100 different combinations. So elaborate. The fellas thought they had the game sussed and russ believed a big pay cheque was within a close grasp. With the trifecta win of the eventual combination being $8000 which means the possibility of $24,000 to split between the 4. Instant neg spiral, all 100 tickets a failure, $75 down the drain and me laughing with my one and only winning ticket on Shocking. Spewin boyos.

Dress Up theme Parties:

Our crew's dedication to dress up parties is yet to be rivelled. It is often marvelled at by the wollongong fellas. I often get probed and questioned "Oh you guys love dress ups hey?". Why wouldn't i? Crazy outfits, perfect distractions, smokin hot chicks.. what better opportunity to go and approach your dream babe - "oh hey chick look at me im where's Wally"

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New segment i thought i would introduce to the blog.

When hitting the beach on a particularly lovely hot afternoon, dont neglect your pup - take he/she for a walk. I usually try to recall a few facts about my mutt as well including age/species kind of similar to how everyone use to ask A/S/L on those old chat sites before myspace and facebook were invented - but this is more heavily involved as its usually you one on one with a delish babe talking about mutts. Definitly love taking our pup for a walk, she is quite the little cutie mc cute pie and attracts some female attention. the perfect crime.

"It's like the camping or fishing expo.. but for sex"

Quote by good mate - Kimberly Zammit. Zam is a good friend, as loyal as a border collie, great drinking partner and all round nice bloke. However saying he has a slight infatuation with our species' reproductive tendencies and the parts that go with it would be an understatement. Last week during a particularly fun arvo pipe sesh with all the useshhhh peeps present he questioned everyone as to if they would attend Sexpo in sydney with him, including 2x World Champ Ben player who just so happened to be "Doogie Shralpin" on this one afternoon. That being said noone took him up on his offer, and proceeded to do the solo mission. Cant wait to see the showbags he brough back.

Episode 1: What's in a Name?

Searching or developing a name for a so called flick is always hard. In the beginning i adored the idea of "I Wouldnt Normally Produce a Film" (our first film, for those of you playing at home) it was cute, tacky and straight to the point. After a while it annoyed me though - too many syllables, way too long for a clever accronym, alas we had to stick to our guns.

Shack City - the new film. Again this is another attempt to play on those old surfie dude sayings. One particular conversation springs to mind. Late one afternoon Russ and I jumped out of the car at pipe carpark to be greeted by local Kneeboarder Adam Williams - your typical old school surf rat rebel/story teller/full of claims/crazy philosophies and old school phrases. I frikin dig the old phrases - and use a variety when describing the last wave i took off on to the crew on the peak - "Smokin", "Cracker", "Tube town", "Glory hole", "Green Room". However this particular day when i questioned him as to how the surf was he replied quote - "Get the hell out there boys its Shack City out there". Needless to say we loved it. Maybe because the idea of Shack City itself humours me whenever i say it but i just love the idea of a place ful of these so called "shacks".

Here is what i believe is an adequate description of "SHACK CITY" - A place where the amount of tubes is in equal proportion to the number of humans who live in a city at any one time.