Such an indirect form of punishment, which is remarkably similar to a form of celibration, example below.

Secondly, Angry went and quit on life and got married, no one misbehaved at all during the wedding, soft all round. Guru did his best to take the limelight and copped a full frontal assult from the paparazzi. One day of being the center of attention was not enough for him.

Married people seem to exhume some sort of positive message about being married, but when you break it all down, just read between the lines :) Pick the married person in the picture below.

On a serious note, an awesome wedding, as weddings go. If I had one and it went that well, I’d be happy….

Harden the Fuck Up!

We got away a bit later than expected due to some rain in Brisbane (yes, rain!) which was good to see as we’re in the worst drought in 100 years. We arrived in the early afternoon and set up and got into the beers. Before long most people had arrived and as I was tucking into some turkeys I paxed with IP on an afternoon run.

Guru started the entertainment by driving past the “DEEP MUD” sign before finding out the mud was deep. Not sure if he needs better head lights or a snorkel for the MQ, maybe both.

Dicko was his pax so we watched him get wet attaching a snatch strap. Guru’s feet were already wet :)

After Guru drained the muddy water from his car we just wanted to get back to camp, IP’s Phat 42 decided it was time to let go of the tie rod, so that ended the fun and we got a lift back to camp to find a raging fire and many drunken monkeys. Chester saved the day with a tie rod delivery on saturday and IP was back on the tracks less than 24 hours later.

On Saturday I managed to bend a rim, it is a good thing MT/R’s are tuff tyres as they are not even scratched. Not sure where I did it, it was not a drunken night drive as some people think.

We went to collect some yabbie traps after some monkey food at the monkey mess tent but there were no yabbies to catch, on the way back we found an echidna. I hadn’t seen one of these bad boys in the wild before. Robert the property owner came out in his PJ’s to tell us we’re not allowed to drive at night, we were only getting the traps he was pretty cool with it all.

The pictures here will tell some more story, I have today off and I need to unpack and clean my car, unfortunately I cannot use my pressure cleaner, but a business can use one all day, I’ve emailed the relevant politician pointing out the irony here. How can I get the mud off my car with only a bucket of water. I do not know.

So you could say rocks not dead but then if they were true rockers they would have smashed their instruments and sworn more. Last comparible show I saw was At The Drive In at the Metro in Sydney, they smashed a guitar or two at a small venue $35 gig but Wolfmother couldn’t. Someone needs to teach the kids these days how to rock out.

It was overall a very good gig, don’t get me wrong.

On the way out we dropped into the Belgian beer garden, Jade Buddah, I was denied entry into the GPO because I didn’t have soggy sandshoes on (it looked a bit empty and full of sappy sandshoe wearing people) so we wandered a bit further down the hill to the Fringe bar, which unsurprisingly was packed with cool people having a good time. I piked earlier than the others at 3am, I tried to maintain a conversation with a girl on ectasy rubbing her breasts over me as she talked senseless stuff but the alcohol had won and I was on the next beer scooter home.

Some interesting Wolfmother gig statistics.

$8 a can of cougar and cola is a 480% markup.

90% of people wore black at Wolfmother.

0 guitars were injured.

I got a little sunburt which highlighted my trademark sunglassestan[tm], but I don’t remember getting that much Sun, I won’t feel it after a few more drinks anyway. Tonight we are celibrating informally with Mai and Brendan in the Valley.

You will see there is a “Taco Free Zone” sign which is there to protect both taco and non-tacos alike as there is no amenities at all which can often cause an excessive amount of background noise. Admittedly it does qualify this event as a sausage sizzle, but the aim of the event is to filter out the sand and deposit it in a helpful manner to the environment, not to impress women with excessive alcohol consumption and the killing of fish.

Hope to see you all there….

* Pictures sourced from http://miszj.blogspot.com/