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Saturday, September 30, 2006


Its midnight and all I can feel is the pulverising headache that pers prop is sending through my brain. Time to ditch Worthington for something a little lighter. What better material than TG's 100 Sexiest Cars. I'd make a case for some of these mechanical delights to appear on FHM's top 100 anytime. Unfortunately, the image of a pot-bellied, bald but undoubtedly rich old git cruising down the ECP in a CC keeps flashing in my mind. What could possibly be more wrong? Perhaps a hot babe in the passenger seat.

Might Jeremy Clarkson be interested in doing an aerodynamics test on a bald person driving a convertable?

Sunday, September 24, 2006


"Just Fucking Great"

Got hit by a noob along scotts road today. Just my fantastic luck. Beware P-plate(rs) I tell you. It's as if driving schools teach them to swerve into your lane when filtering into on-coming traffic. For pete's sake there are two lanes just keep to yours! Fuck. Have to go workshop. Have to send in claims form. Have to fill in all those bloody forms. Have to waste one day doing all this shit instead of catching up with work. Knn....

Saturday, September 23, 2006

"The Prata Boys"

There no better prep for a soccer game than a few rounds of squash and some wholesome tosei and prata drenched in thick curry! Having warmed the bellies, we proceeded to lose 1-0. The result was a freak one, but of course.
We have also solved the mysterious case of Nawaz's missing Gatorade bottle. Yup, it was left in Prata House alrite.
"real evidence"

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Closing one chapter in the life of this blog and opening another tomorrow. Finally getting rid of my extremely outdated Samsung phone and getting a K800. It has a picture blogging function that I am placing much faith on. Maybe a tad too much, knowing how technology tends to fuck-up at inopportune moments.

From now on, shoot-from-the-hip photos will be the order of the day. Geez, this reminds me a little too much of STOMP and a little of parkingidiots.blogspot. Photos to keep this blog up to date and right in there where the action is.

By the way, this momentous day of change has really been a result of circumstance. My trusty old Samsung has suffered something of a cardiac arrest. It doesn't send or receive messages anymore, neither does it receive or make calls. So there you go, I doubt you can still call it a phone w/o these functions.