Last night Whisson and I crashed at his mother's place. After we talked garbage until 4am, I managed to fall asleep in the living room, only to be awoken by the blistering hot sun about two hours later. I dozed in and out of sleep until 9am. I read for a while.
Two hours later Alex and brother Whisson were up. Mrs W offered to make me breakfast and after declining for a while I caved in. I had five slives of toast with grilled cheese and sliced gherkin. Excelent combination… I wonder if it's a Swiss thing. Alex and his older brother Marcus ate toast with marmalade. Alex made no attempt to stop his mother from making me breakfast. I drank a cup of tea with the toast, and later a cup of coffee while the four of us watched Chappelle's Show.
Marcus and I worked on a CD portfolio I am putting together to display my journalistic and photgraphic wares to potential employers at community newspapers. Maybe I should just direct 'em to this site and have them read the Hungry Are The Damned series.
I drank a few glasses of apple and mango juice to keep my fluids up.
Today I stayed in my battered compound until 1pm, forcing Malser to make his own breakfast. It was a bowl of cereal, followed by a cup of coffee.
I am yet to make breakfast for myself. I am planning on chilli beans and rice with a cup of Earl Grey tea. It is, after all, 1:08pm.
So, while Alex hasn't made breakfast for both of us, it is a partial victory.
This time it was just too damned hard. I woke up at about 7 and after trying to sleep for an hour and a half gave up and got up. The cricket was on so I managed to resist the urge to make breakfast for some time. Jacob Oram's post-100 rampage was awesome, especially his consecutive sixes off Kaspa. Lovely six from Kyle Mills against Warnie.
Finally, at about quarter past ten I cracked. Bini most likely hit the hay at around six AM, so I left him be. Whisson was showing no signs of capitulation - the silence from his bedroom was deafening. Even a phone call from Yee failed to rouse him. I started to prepare breakfast for two (it must be the Italian mama in my genes).
Today it was four pieces of toast, 3 eggs scrambled (with vintage cheddar grated in, cracked pepper, some salt and a little milk) and a tin of baked beans. Coffee for Lord Malser and a cup of English breakfast for myself. By the time we got infront of the television NZ was all out for 353, a very good recovery from their 5/138.
Alex made a show of gratitude but he was laughing at me on the inside. Ruthless bastard. Tomorrow is Saturday and a whole new beginning. I'll celebrate the Shabbat by waking Alex up immediately after I get up, lying to him about what time it is and claiming breakfast is ready. I'll hide his coffee and cigarettes. Then we will wait, and when he makes breakfast - he'll get his damn narcotics back.
Thanks to Melbourne's unseasonable patch of warm weather, I was able to finish my first two stencils today. Obviously they are a matching pair, one is for my flatmate, Socialist Lousia, and the other is for a good friend, Anita.
The other week Fancy also made a coffee table, so, you know… that's what we did on our summer holidays.
Jewish-Sicilian Army To Sweep Over Nation And Destroy Melbourne
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ACHTUNG!
Be warned mothers - Brett Hirsch and Giovanni Torre will be leaving Perth on the morning of January 5th and driving - DRIVING - to Melbourne.
I have a driving test booked for late November and with any luck by January I will have passed one and completed the other requirements. I am buying a big ol' ex-taxi from my brother. This car will be known as El Monstro - as a tribute to David Mensch. It runs on auto-gas so the trip won't bankrupt us completely.
We will captain El Monstro in shifts. We will definitely be stopping in Kalgoorlie and Adelaide. I am not sure where else.
We should arrive in Melbourne by January 10th at the lastest. Once there we will impose our unwashed carcasses on everyone we know in the city. Gawain, Harry, Kilbot, Fancy D, Curtis T, Davros, Dennis, Alistair - LOOK OUT.
We will spend about two weeks in Melbourne and might just drive to Sydney for a lark while there. Then we will drive home.
GOD PROTECT VICTORIA!