Sonuku, Alistair Munnings

I had a vision, that people could wear cardboard boxes as a battlesuit, and be socially acceptable. On Friday 13th, we had a “fancy dress” party at Lyle and Dans house My original outfit was something like a bad hat and a bathrobe, but Lyles girlfeidn fucking stole my idea! AND she had a toy gollywog to match.

Screwed if I’m going to be outdone! So I raided their garage, found some cardboard, and made myself a 1980s realistic robot suit, complete with emotions and nipples.

OOOOO yeah!
I also sorted out that gollywog doll, noosed!

So anyway, playing pool / dancing in a bar at 2am dressed as a robot, while people around you are dressed up as gangsters and ninjas and samurai, is pretty damn entertaining~! There is more photos out there probably, but they are hard to track down. Camera phones blur alot at night, and people just deleted them

Aha, so Thursday turned into it’s usual hanging around in a bar talking shit and listening to people on guitars. Well, in a flash of inspiration, I saw a newspaper, and decided to make some pirate hats for Myself and Lyle… About 2 minutes of jealous onlookers, at how kicking radical we were in our hats, basically everyone except one jerk who was playing the “I’m too cool for you pirate hat” angle, to impress his girlfriend, who was probably talking to us more than him. People started to come up to us and ask for hats… Wtf I thought. Sharing is caring.
ANYWAY! Photos.

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Was quite entertaining when everyone is wearing your creation, and the guy playing guitar on stage is yelling at you via the microphone, because he wants a hat. Ahahhah. By the end of the night, my hands were covered in newspaper ink, and I had made about 10 new friends.

After a Friday night at the Tradies, getting back-handed in the face by Rummy, bleeding all over everything – making a scene, and sleeping in my car, the 10am carbon monoxide laced morning air was too sweet to ignore. Bracing myself for the sunlight that was going to burn my retna as soon as I drove out from the warm three level concrete security blanket, I remembered today was Saturday! Winner!

We had arranged a BBQ down at the river! Fuck we’re bogans. BBQ, creek, beer, assorted meats. I minced my way over to home, quick shower and change of shirt/socks, and made my way over to Lyles. Ignoring the fact that I’m almost broke from the quiet Friday beers that turned into the “Hit in the face by an angry man two times my size”, the two of us made our way over to Belconnen markets to get some food.

Now, Curwood’s girlfriend from America is kind of sheltered when it comes to food. Lyle and I figured we’d introduce her to some kangaroo steaks and sausages. Needles to say, they look AND smell, fucking horrible. But taste OK I guess.

After some quick introductions and chewing the fat in a carpark, headed off down to the Cotter (that’s the name of said shit river). Played some football, cricket, many frisbee throwing (successfully hitting Dan in the head more than once) and cooked the food. Nothing really exciting, everyone just chilled, had some beers, and had a damn fine spring afternoon in the sun.

Pegleg pirate Justin and Kate came along! OMG! Havent seen these two in like two years. Nothings changed tho, his “Chankles” are all broken and in plaster, but thats about it. And I’m so going to steal Kate and hide her in my basement. Stockholm syndrome anyone?

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Few people have camera phones, but, seeing as I’m not on my new wage until September, I’m still shit, and have no camera. If anyone has more photos, plz giv k guy. Whoever was there, thanks for the pro afternoon, and Lyle-I’ve changed my mind whilst writing this, I’m never eating kangaroo again, it’s like fkn rabbit or something, tastes like oil and sawdust.