Posts Tagged ‘Morrissey’

Morrissey in Wollongong.

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The Queen is Angela.

Friday, May 13th, 2016

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MY KINGDOM FOR THIS T SHIRT:

Tuesday, August 19th, 2014

THREE COOL CATS:

Thursday, May 15th, 2014


ABOVE. Me as a toddler outside where my sister lived, just near my Aunty’s and Nanna’s houses. No idea of the name of this cat or who’s it was.

I’ve always loved animals, my little nephew recently getting his first kitten took me back to the times i’ve had cats, the fact that my nephews kitten is a dead ringer for my cat Choo Choo sent me off down memory lane.

As a child my family had a dog named Sandy who was sadly killed on the road. One day my school friend Ronald gave me a kitten that his cat had recently given birth to, somehow (spoiled) i was allowed to keep it, and named her Choo Choo after a charactor on ‘Top Cat’. The operative word here is ‘Her’, in those days not many cats were desexed, and it wasn’t long before my jezebel of a cat got knocked up.

We didn’t see Choo Choo for a while, until one night we had a knock from our next door neighbors informing us that Choo Choo had given birth . . in the ceiling of their house.

My brother turned on the spot and said ‘YOU have to climb up and get them!!’, i of course went into a melt down, being afraid of heights on such an extreme scale i’ve only ever been able to wear high heels once .. okay, make that twice.

In an act of brotherly love Glenn crawled up into the roof and rescued the cats, a LOT of cats. I had the joy of naming them, Chubby, Tiny, Mimi, Benny and Jinxy. I was stoked, i loved those cats SO much.

They were born in summer, and summer brings fleas, I was learning the hard way that animals are a big responsibility, after a plague of fleas descended upon our house, and flea bombs of nuclear force were detonated, my dad drew the line insisting i give away some of the brood.

Heartbroken i had to choose which cats to keep, they ended up being Choo Choo, Chubby and Tiny. Mimi (a beautiful blue eyed, ash grey Persian) and Benny were given away to a good home, alas poor Jinxy wasn’t so lucky, he befell a fate best not discussed here, the poor thing met an end in a sad accident.

For years Choo Choo, Tiny and Chubby were the best pet friends a kid could have, i adored them and i still miss them.


CHOO CHOO. Protective, but affectionate mother cat.


TINY. Painfully shy son of Choo Choo.


CHUBBY. An amazingly handsome cat, he was pure black with about three strands of white hair on his Adams apple.


ABOVE. Me striking a pose that screams ‘No one will ever guess i’m a
Homma-sex-ewe-all’.


ABOVE. Feed time in Popeyes shed. Strangely enough, in the exact spot where the cats are standing is the same place i was when i heard the news John Lennon had been shot, by then my drum kit was positioned where the cats are, and i was practicing when the news came on the radio that was sitting on the cupboard seen in the background of this photo.


ABOVE. Choo Choo and Tiny having some rough and tumble. Cool to see the old clothes line in the background.


ABOVE. More feline rough and tumble, poor Tiny, he would have been freaking.


ABOVE. My little nephew Michael doing chiropractic work on poor Choo Choo. Dads purple Ford Escort in the background.


ABOVE. Chubby and Tiny chilling out.


ABOVE. My nieces Danielle, Kylie and Michelle holding Choo Choo, they loved my cats as much as i did.


ABOVE. Chubby on the prowl. In the background you can see my dads chook shed, and Lucy one of the chickens, so named because she had orange feathers. We used to play ‘Prisoner’ with the chickens, they were all named after characters from the show, ‘Lizzie’, ‘Bea’ etc. We would let the chickens out to graze on the grass, but we had to patrol the fence to make sure no chickens ran away and escaped, using sticks we would chase them back behind the line, I of course was ‘Joan Ferguson’ in this game .. no chickens were harmed in the amusement of us children.


ABOVE: Choo Choo and Chubby stepping out.


ABOVE. My favorite pic of Chubby, chilling out in his favorite spot under the lemon tree.

SHAGIN’ WAGON:

Thursday, May 15th, 2014

THE GHOST AND MRS MUIR:

Thursday, May 15th, 2014

THIS MONTHS RYAN PHILLIPE PHOTO:

Thursday, May 15th, 2014

ONE ALWAYS BACKED KRYSTAL IN A SCRAG FIGHT BETWEEN YOU AND SHE WHILST ONE WAS WATCHING DYNASTY:

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VELVET:

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OPEN FOR GIMPNESS:

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ABBZILLA:

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VELVET SLEESTACK PAINTING:

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THE BUTLERS:

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FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS:

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YES PLEASE:

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MELBOURNE, SUMMER EVENING, 11.30PM:

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WOULD YOU LIKE TO PHONE A FRIEND? .. OOPS, AWKS!:

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SANTA SOLDIERS:

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TOMORROW:

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SMITH ST WINDOW SILL:

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TISH:

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ABBA AND DORRIE EVANS ALL IN THE SAME ISSUE, HOW CAMP CAN YOU GET:

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MAY GOOGLE SEARCHES:

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OMEGA:

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NEWLY INSTALLED FESTIVE LIGHTING IN TINGLE MANOR:

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MASKING:

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OLD LOVE:

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COME FLY WITH ME:

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THE MESSAGE:

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LOCK OUT:

Wednesday, May 14th, 2014

Digging through some old photos for a little project, i came across this pic. Always leading the field this photo shows i was challenging the Kings Cross lock out laws 28 years before they were enacted.

Picture it . . 1987, my mates H, Alex and i are heading for a night out in Kings Cross at a venue called ‘The Site’, it was a Smiths party, so H and i both had a spray of flowers hanging out of our back pockets, but Alex being a fashion terrorist of the highest order decided that this night, knowing that we wore black, decided to deck himself head to toe in grey stone wash.

Despite our pleas he wouldn’t be swayed from his ‘statement’, which i might add also included grey vinyl shoes with grey zips up the sides. We arrived at the club busting to reel around the dance floor, we walked in, the bouncers took one look at the stone wash, and we were immediately thrown out onto the street.

What this photo shows is Alex ‘presenting’ the stone wash for the camera, and me arguing our case with the non responsive bouncer. For years afterwards at very random intervals, the grey shoes with zips would mysteriously appear on my doorstep while i was away or at work, staying long enough for my neighbors to assume the worst.

Tip of the hat Al, no one does fashion terror quite like you, Respect!!. See More

BLUE PERIOD:

Wednesday, February 27th, 2013

IN ANTICI-PATION OF MORRISSEY:

Wednesday, January 30th, 2013

COOL CATS:

Tuesday, September 14th, 2010

WILDE MORRISSEY:

Wednesday, August 11th, 2010