some people certainly have interesting ideas on adornments for house and garden.
i particularly love how the tiger stands guard over the fallen wilderbeast, snarling at the lion circling the prey. i can almost hear them roaring now…
the coloured woodchips and central stand of vegetation faithfully recreate the flora, fauna and colours of the african deserts and savannahs.
you can’t buy this stuff for sure. it had to have been created. art i tell you, backyard art.
you know when you are taking the road less traveled when you see lichen growing all over the road.
i love the big sky you get when you are out of the claustrophobic big city. love those rain clouds thundering in from left of frame. hope these guys got some rain, looks like they could do with some.
from a bygone day. there are still half-full cans of ointment and australian blowfly repellent bottles lying around. according to the chalkboard, the last sheep shorn here was in april 1996. the shed has certainly been standing for over 100 years by the looks of the timber and there were still a few piles of wool lying about.
i looked into one rusty can and saw where some small bird had once made a nest in there. the place certainly had a ghostly ambiance to it. it sort of has that whole wood, rust and animals feel to it as the centennial park stables, just a whole lot more abandoned. i’m sure there have been a few hundred itinerant shearers pass through here, as well as many thousands of sheep.
it’s a good thing the owners of the property didn’t tear it down, it’s a little piece of archaeology.
the lovely people of bathurst sure must love their netball. with a population of some 38,000 people (?), that makes one netball court for about every 100 people. i bet they’re pretty good at it too.
this light lasted for all of about one minute and i enjoyed while possible.
man, i am over winter. i was over winter when it started. it’s cold and the days are short. hey winter, i don’t like you very much unless you bring me snow that i can ski on – and that’s just not going to happen here in sydney – it’s about as likely as a dust storm.
although i am in a bit of a complaining mood, i have to say that the crappiest winter i ever had was in london. absolutely and utterly miserably crap i have to say. i bet suicide rates soar over there in winter. so it’s not all bad (well it is for the londoners).
speaking about london and complaining (i’m starting to sound like a whinging pom), the picture features a london plane tree. i’ve thoughtfully provided you with a link.
it is one of the most widely planted trees in sydney because it grows fast, can deal with neglect and pollution and it is deciduous – which is great, because it provides shade in summer and allows sunlight through in winter. what’s not so great is that they are starting to drop these little balls in which the seeds reside. each seed is covered in thousands of tiny bum-fluff-like hairs which come off the seed and fill my house and clog my drains and gutters. at least i don’t have hay-fever.
council, could you please stop planting these things, could you instead plant some flowering natives? that way we could attract more wildlife into the city and give us something more interesting to run over in our cars than just cats, pigeons and indian mynas.
do you really need a sign to tell you that you shouldn’t cycle where fuel tankers are doing 90 km/ph?
i don’t know how cyclists do it in sydney – drivers are impatient, aggressive and intolerant. although there’s no culture of bicycles or motorbikes in sydney, give me a motorcycle anyday, at least i’m heard and can pull out of a situation quickly.
got your crew together to punch random people in the head for fun?
hit the big time by being gangsta!
girls with your fake tans, fake titties and fake nails, you might just meet that big shot dealer with a big house in vaucluse – and the life you’ve always dreamed of – getting slapped about and treated like shit, but hey, you get a shopping and french nails allowance, right.
i enjoy living in the middle of the city and i have dones so for a long time. what i don’t enjoy though, is hearing the crap that you all put out.
Sometimes, only sometimes, i wish i could pick up the cross and dump it out in campbelltown. kings cross really is a lovely place during the week, it just turns ugly on the weekends when the packs of dogs from out of the area come in to party and try to get a root.
wtf? seems to be something around lately with vehicles with pink highlights.
the pink is a bit crazy, but the little cherub bolted (well i hope it is) onto the bonnet takes the cake for me.
the brutal poodles are a sydney band, well duo, who are pretty keen to get noticed. nothing like a bloke pulling out some falsetto. prince did it so well, but took himself too seriously. i’d give you a link, but he pulled the prince official website off in 2006, when he became a born again christian.
you can check out the brutal poodles music on their myspace page. below i’ve posted one of their clips – a song called ‘star’. check it out, i think they could be good fun to see live.
good luck boys, oh and maybe wash your car, the birdshit eats the duco.
i have a lot of respect for bus drivers, i really do.
think about it for a moment. they need to navigate the horrendous sydney traffic all shift, as well as deal with some pretty crappy, demeaning and abusive characters day in, day out. they are also responsible for, literally, a busload of people.
i have had my own fair share of grumpy, rude, even psycho bus drivers, but i tell you, almost every time, i will get off the bus at the front door so i can say to them ‘thank you’.
no greensleeves playing here. this was one depressing-looking mr whippy van. great old original bedford van though, with a respray that hurts the eyes. love it.
i took a sneak-peek inside and i can tell you that i wouldn’t feel confident buying anything here. give me a chai tea, brewed in unboiled ganges river water anyday over a hotdog from this guy. Even the sealed bags of chips were available in flavours discontinued since 1992.
poor bastard. in two hours, i didn’t see him make one sale. got to feel for him, but how do you break it to him? a pink respray doesn’t mean shit over a wipe-down of his surfaces.
and vitari – wasn’t vitari some wonder product back in the 80′s? some kind of fat free frozen yoghurt substitute for ice-cream (frogurt) that ceased production in 1989? i actually googled it and all i found was an undated burke’s backyard ‘fact sheet ‘on it. when did that go off air? did people even really use the world wide interweb then?
more questions than answers, and that’s never a good thing.
why does he have a scary horror-mask on the passenger-side window. buddy, you are supposed to attract the kiddies, not scare them away!
if, when i took this picture, i didn’t know that i would be so cruel, i would have asked to have taken a shot of the man himself as well. if anyone saw that canadian tv show ‘you can’t do that on television’, mr whippy was mr barth burger in the clip below (as a bonus, you can see what alanis morissette looked like when she was 12 years old):
my advice to barth burger, sell your van and everything in it on ebay – you’d clean up if you find a cashed-up retro-fiend buyer…
alright then, who let the rampant lesbians out on the loose?
lesbian humour, you can’t make this shit up.
there are two things i have always wondered about homosexuals and both of those are in this one photo…
1) why do so many gays need to advertise like this, or rainbow stickers on their cars, or rainbow flags hanging out of their homes? i just don’t get it..
2) what’s with the constant use of childish double entendre?
oh and i wonder if they are also fans of the bon jovi album, – slippery when wet?
i just want to know how can you take a crap so that skid marks appear under the toilet seat, why someone did that, and what kind of animal would do that?
it is half-brothers uncle of 
this could be a fun theme…down with political correctness i say, it seems to divide more than unite. people should stop being so serious.
