meet my week

meet my week

Because a picture tell's a thousand words, here's the last week of my

life:

First Gubbs came to Frankfurt.

He was bearded. Apparently so is everyone in australia. I fear i can

never go back, I still can't grow a decent beard.

It was great to have him here. Just what I needed, a really close, old

mate. I showed him around, but best of all we just took pleasure in

the simpler things in life. He cooked fanstatsic Italian things. We

drank beer. We played Backgammon. Lots of backgammon.

Unfortunately I owe him a bottle of Champagne now.

We even played "Rockstar on a train backgammon'

Gubbs is in the Panda Band you see. And the reason he was in town is

that they've just done their first world tour. That makes them

Rockstars. Just see this picture for ultimate proof. Rock. Pig.

Superstar.

Then Rufus and Sexy Ivan came over too. And were made to pose in front

of the Giant Plastic Euro

Sexy Ivan. Sexy camera. Sexy man with camera.

Then i jetted off to London for the weekend to meet up with some more

cool and sexy people.

First i met up with Hamish (look at hamish's site for even more pics)

and got to meet the very funky new lady in his life, Kirrily, and his

fellow brain mechanic mate Marcus.

We met up at some Hip Hop night where Hamish was beginning his MCing

Career. He is having some promo shots taken, complete with mad

cigarette lighter waving effects.

Kirrily kindly offered me her couch to stay on. She lives near this

thing.

I thought that the view from the balcony was a bit armaggedonesque.

An opinion that was only reinforced by the fields of lava we

encountered on the way home that night.

Then we caught up with Skot and Tara, which was made a bit difficult

with Skot being dead and all.

It did give the whole weekend a bit of a Weekend at Bernie's feel

though.

Then we had one of those white walls and designer lighting in a

hallway moments outside of Skot and Tara's new flat.

Skot and Tara's new flat is the coolest ever, because it's in

Gainsboroug Studios where Hitchcock made lots of movies. Bet you don't

have a 6x6 meter rusted steel Alfred head outside your place.

You can tell london is Banksy's town. The shit is everywhere, most of

it god awful imitation. I thought this was quite funny though.

For some reason I don't remember London being as pretty as I

experienced it this time.

We went to Greenwitch, and were awed by all the clocks. And Hamish

invented the telescopic zoom.

Then it was time for me to fly back to the reality of Frankfurt life.