I Won 25 Cremorne Dollars

Well last night I ventured into our favourite Lower North Shore Craphole, purely to collect some money I was owed.

This was at 6pm and I stumbled out of there at 10.30pm......$50 poorer of course.

Miss Penelope and I stayed for trivia and I actually won $25 Cremorne Dollars. This is amazing because usually I am too drunk to concentrate for very long and wander off somewhere.

Penny Traition was unwell last night and was replaced by the hilarious Tora Hymen.

Miss Penelope ended up at the Cross until all hours and I stumbled home and tried to fix my leaking toilet and managed to make it worse. Note to self, do not attempt home repairs whilst 3 sheets to the wind when you can't actually manage it stone cold sober.

I will have to have Gazza come over and fix it.

Announcement: I Miss Shayne Borland

Who would have ever thought it would be possible to miss that endearing little ferret, Shayne Borland.

No one else in the area provides as much entertainment.

I miss his drug-fuelled antics, endless tall stories and compulsive lying.

Shayne Borland, we hardly knew thee.

Welcome Lady Goon

"Wine in a box, affectionately known as GOON to most Australians, has become a symbol of a cheap, enjoyable afternoon in the park. Try pegging the bladder to a Hills Hoist Clothes line for a fun game of 'Goon of fortune'."

Goon-of-fortune

Goon-of-fortune can be played at any good party, or gives any shit party a good kick. All that is needed is a goon bag and a clothesline. Everyone takes his or her position under the clothesline & the bag is pegged on. The clothesline is spun around while everyone is singing the theme song for WHEEL-OF-FORTUNE. The lucky person the bag lands on gets to have a good mouthful & the bag line is spun again till everyone is too drunk to spin."

I would just like to take the opportunity to welcome a new reader to our blog, affectionately known as Lady Goon, or Your Royal Highness.....depending on how many sheets to the wind we are at the time.

3 Sheets to the Wind

"three sheets to the wind

1. Old sailing term. After setting all three main sails to the wind, a ship will shudder and roll, much like a stumbling drunk. Now used as a synonym for drunkenness.
Don't take notice of Angus, lad, he's three sheets to the wind.

2. This old saying indicating how a person walk after having too much to drink originated in New England. Wind mills used for grinding grain had four blades. Big sheets (similar to sails) where stretched across the blades (or woven between the slates). The wind mill would wobble when only three blades were loaded, hence the term "three sheets to the wind"
After consuming a bottle of rum, Bob was walking as if he had three sheets to the wind.

3. to be explicitly drunk; inebriated origin: sheets actually refer to the ropes that are used to secure a ship's sail. If the 3 ropes used were loose in the wind, the sail would flop around, causing the ship to wobble around, much like a drunk.
Margo was three sheets to the wind by the time we made it to Doug's party, judging by her inability to keep her clothes on."

Town Bike and I can often be referred to as being 6 sheets to the wind. Sometimes 12 on special occasions.

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Hunter S. Thompson is my Hero

I have only just discovered this movie, and reading the book is next on my to do list.

It is hilarious.

Some favourite quotes:

Raoul Duke: We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into locked a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.

Raoul Duke: [narrating] We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like: Raoul Duke: I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive. Raoul Duke: [narrating] Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming: Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus. What are these goddamn animals? [swatting the air] Raoul Duke: Huh! Huh! Huh! Fucking pigs. Dr. Gonzo: Did you say something? Raoul Duke: Hm? Never mind. It's your turn to drive. Raoul Duke: [narrating] No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.

Dr. Gonzo: Sounds like big trouble. You're going to need plenty of legal advice before this thing is over. As your attorney, I advise you to rent a very fast car with no top. And you'll need the cocaine. Tape recorder for special music. Acapulco shirts. Get the hell out of L.A. for at least 48 hours. Blows my weekend. Raoul Duke: Why? Dr. Gonzo: Because naturally I'm going to have to go with you. And we're going to have to arm ourselves... to the teeth!

Discuss.

Contemplative Jason

Pop quiz: what is Jason thinking about??

a) Goblins
b) The new season's range of ice pipes as seen in Ice magazine
c) He is wondering why he wore his blue rag shirt instead of the moss shirt.

Balconies R Us

I am officially an idiot, if you had not come to that conclusion previously.

2 weeks ago (yes kids I have been lazy about updating you.....soz) Town Bike and I had a bender. At some stage I went home and passed out. I had in my possesion something that belonged to Town Bike and after she tried to ring me and knocked on my door a few times she let herself in (she has a key) and woke me up. This would bother some people but for some reason it didn't bother me at all.

After Town Bike toddled off home I went out for a cigarette (yes I did give up, but you try going to Europe and not taking it up again, everyone smokes, everywhere!!!) and managed to LOCK MYSELF OUT ON MY BALCONY FOR 4 HOURS.

No, I am not joking.

Luckily I was off my face.

The Fire Brigade had to rescue me.

No, I am not joking.

After I woke up my neighbours because of course my phone was inside.