Tue, 27 Feb 2007 14:53:27 GMT

Everyone's probably seen this before and I'm always the last to know... *yadda, yadda*

But this is just so cool - The History of the Kransky!

It's clean and work-friendly, I promise!

Just turn the sound down a wee bit - could be a bit intense for a quiet office environment :)

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 04:14:56 GMT

Only mad dogs and terminally trashed goths go out in the midday sun...

Just arrived home from the night before and man, let me tell you that was one hell of a fun ride :)

The weapon of choice for most of the evening was vodka, lime and soda (in a tall glass, of course!) It was suggested at one stage in the night that this is in fact a chick's drink to which I replied "This is me we are talking about here! Does this REALLY surprise you!" *complete with incredulous look and gesticulation*

I was drunk at three separate times throughout the evening :

Episode 1 : Went out to the Three Weeds in Paddo to catch up with some old Club Blink friends of mine (and before you say it, Blink was actually a cool club back in the days when it was at EP1!) Went to some woeful, divey nightclubs on Oxford Street and thanked the great creator entity that I was born a Goth! Highlight of this sojourn was craming into a photobooth for crazy photo opportunity and our failed attempts to play drunken ping pong.

Episode 2 : Started to sober up so it was time to hit that old faithful of ours - The Townie. Great friends, awesome conversation, do I need to say anything more?!? After the Townie closed *boo, hiss* we gravitated to the park where Alvarro was the man of the moment, cycling back to his home to bring us medicinal Chateau Cardboard.

Episode 3 : With dawn fast approaching blubloo and I unanimously voted that the party should continue at badpauly's place of residence. You were a consummate host badpauly and I thank you again for your hospitality. I am still mystified as to the contents of that concoction you prepared for us but it certainly did the trick *trashed*!

Having walked home from Newtown to Petersham in the midday sun *heaven forbid* I will now retire to an afternoon of LJ and maybe a curry from the place up the road :)

Old goths dont die, they just run out of makeup remover