New tramp stamp

As in "Henri Desgrange", newspaperman and founder of the Tour de France.

Also, have you ever seen so many mangoes?!



I'll miss this place.

Talking Pullin' Up Stumps Blues

Ugh! G and I have been doing late nights cleaning out the house on Mitchell St. Nothin to make you hate a place you formerly loved like cleaning every square, grimey inch of it. Sadly our property manager is a total cow, so when she walks through this arvo on the final inspection, criticising everything, we're gonna have to kill her.

We leave Darwin in ten days! Back in Melbourne in, like, twenty or so. Currently camping at the cramped domicile on the busy arterial that Jess and Henry have rented off an army doctor mate of theirs. Big change from our leafy mansion in town. But I've got the travel bug and not a care in the world. Woohoo!

Sasquatch is camping at Emma and Will's. When we get back to Melbourne we're gonna buy her a ticket on the pet jet and put her up in Sarah Garnick's homespun hostel for strays.

Bec: if there's one thing better than Burroughs' mellifluous prose it's his gravelly voice.

Gus: that's quite a conk you've got on yer! I'm a measly 52. I think Deutsche bag is a winner. The world's just not ready for it.

Love: T

$350! Nice! One-way petrol money ticket to Melbourne? Speaking of garage sales look what I found at a happy little garage sale/gathering in some boozy-hipster's Northcote front yard. I purchased for the title but I'll stay for the juicy western tales. Tales from a time when gays weren't gays, they were poofs, queers and homos. Cowboys, now they were gay, gay as a lark!


unrelated footnote:

Deutsche-bag (n)

1. A foreign "hipster" entrenched in the Berlin lifestyle:

Cathy - " Did you hear about Joe? He's decided to stay on a while in Berlin, he says it's the place that was born to be the place that he was born to be in. "

Ange - " What a Deutsche-bag. "

NT Noir

G and I made $350 from our garage sale yesterday, which has reinvigorated old fantasies of owning a junk store - anyone want in? Spent the second half of the day sitting amidst the debris getting progressively drunker as the last few stragglers wandered through. My favourites were the young Indian-Chinese couple who bought a table and made trippy, broken banter with us about nightclubs and buying a new girlfriend.



Hot and Sour soup is my Dish of 2010. If you've never tried it, do yourself a favour and get down to a Chinese restaurant today. Tasty House in the Smith St Mall does a great one. The four of us rolled down there last night and had Peking Duck and Salt and Pepper Tofu. I really like the names of Chinese dishes. They possess a certain minimalist cool.



Walked down the Esplanade last night on the way home from tea. It has a certain Raymond Chandler, LA noir feel to it sometimes. Rode back down there this morning and there was a crime scene investigation taking place in a Wicked Camper. Police tape, jumpsuits and all. Must have been a full moon - Henry got bashed by some school kids on the bus on the way home. Mango madness is here again.

Italian baby food

Meat flavoured.

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Stuff i wanna show you

Here are some illustrations of my most astounding discoveries abroad.
Guide to pictures
ABerlin is amazing- they have even re-established dinosaurs in the wild and they are now a tasty treat!
B.The outside table at tavo. Got some cool filters on my iphone, clearly!
C.Nonna hanging out with a little dude i found in the vegetable patch at Kate's house.
D. my favourite german pun (my only german pun). This picture of a white baby flamingo in Miami had this amusing headline. Geddit!?
More to come.

Furnishings

In Kiev we went to pay a visit to Gina's old house.



"Very much as I remember it, but smaller," she said. It's in a pleasant, quiet, leafy neighbourhood on the edge of the old city. 5 people used to live in this 2 bedroom apartment. There is a playground and a caged in synthetic soccer pitch from which emanated the sounds of the local men in their Sunday exertions.

"Around the corner there was a furniture store which was an object of my fascination." So we went to look for the store. We see a bus shelter ad:


And then we found the store. You couldn't miss it, really: a twelve story concrete ziggurat plonked down in the middle of suburbia. "Wow, looks the same," she said.

And then we saw this clock.


Priced at around 250,000 grivny, that's about 60,000 AUD in a country where the average monthly wage is 3000 grivny. "Wow, this place has changed!"

The place was a treasure trove, an Ali Baba's cave full of tasteless, hideous and disgustingly priced crap. There was an abundance of monkey themed furniture, especially monkeys holding up little tables. This snazzy little number was my personal favourite.