09/10/03
You know that you are a true pig when drunk british backpackers will not stay on the balcony when you are there.I think this may have somthing to do with the fact that I have the ability to communicate using nothing but strength of will and total profanity.We are staying in a well cool backpackers in the Fortitude Valley and in the same room.I have this demented king size bed and the boys are like poison fruit hanging off the ledges surrounding me.I am being pretty well behaved cause they are all in poll position to fall on me and kick my ass.
The scene up here is to die for! We drove for hours,many,many hours arrived and loaded in.Met in the carpark by the coolest bunch of guys and the mighty David Dean who has been throwing all these shindigs for us to play at.I was blown away.It was packed on a wednesday night! Everyone was cool and we rocked out on yet another shoebox sized stage..[“Oh Wembley!Where for art thou???”]
The most divine Miss Maggies friend Kent turned up and made us feel welcome.In fact everyone has been totally peachy.I havent got into a fight yet!
Went to the beach yesterday.I think that the locals will be talking about us for a while.Stupid here is now deaf in one ear! Note to self:Ear wax and diving do NOT mix.So the next few shows are gonna be interesting due to the fact that I cant hear!!.Van banter is depravity at its lowest once again…Ross is now “The crack head courier” due to his habit of riding up everyones asses which then sets Ashley and I off into a whirlwind of fag-inuendos that have Mikey rolling his zen-drummer boy eyes from the sanicitity of the back seat.In return,Rossco has taken to calling the pointy beirded axe-meister “The Perth granny” due to Ash never getting the lead out. People walking pass us when Ash is driving.Old people with HIP replacments positivly GLIDE by throwing our snail asses flipping us the bird in their wake. Mikey just grinds his teeth and white knuckles the wheel while he drives.He reminds me of Robert Deniro in “Taxi Driver” and you know that it is the quiet ones that you hafta watch..he could snap at any time…We tend not to push him too far.
I have 13 minuites left untill my money runs out on this thing.Ross wanted to use it as well but since he is off flirting with tourists on the deck I am gonna drivel on to my hearts content.The score is Nil all on the “Get a shag on the road front” at this point although Mikey hit the Valley last night soooo he could be holding back information.The boys are ribbing me for carting round a sodden photo of my dream crush of the moment and I admit that it is the dizzy height of pathetic to adhear said foxys photo up on the back of the seat in front of me with Apple Hubba-bubba.Sue Me.
No one at the hostel will talk to us besides the care taker who told us that he met Led Zepplin and then asked if he could carry a guitar.Harking back to former glories I guess…we were eating breakfast today when he asked me ….
“Are you the lady crooner?”
“Nahhh” I repled “I am the force of nature with tits” Mikey choked on his muffin and on my blatent rudeness I guess.The old dude dug it though so all is good!
Fuckkkk,Its gonna run out!!!More later!!
Lt.Madden.
