Sorry for the late review, hopefully Giovanni's breakfast tales have kept you entertained while I have been busy… and you've had plenty of dancing cars and gay porn to look at, so you can't really complain.
Sunday screen printing was a triumph. Put on your 3D glasses and follow the pictorial history of tomorrow's t-shirts today…
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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.
