Drunken bogan gets comically bad tattoo while on holiday in Thailand

The Daily Telegraph has the story of “Neville”, a Geelong Cats supporter who wanted a permanent reminder of his team’s victory in the 2007 Grand Final. On a trip to Thailand, after drinking 15 cans of beer (“to dull the pain”), said bogan staggered into the nearest tattoo parlour with a sketch of the design he wanted, which the tattooist dutifully followed. Hilarity ensues:


Now he has “right arm” written on his right arm, just above “Gay Premiers 2007″ because the tattooist marked in “Gay” instead of “Day”. “I couldn’t believe it,” Neville told 3AW radio.

“When I first walked in he showed me the picture of the thing, and I just looked at a picture and didn’t really take notice of the words.

“My son-in-law walked in halfway through it … and told me what happened, and I thought ‘you’re joking!” he said.

Photo: Daily Tele

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A message for Kevin

It’s been done before, but I’ve been thinking this all day:

Kevin Dfiu

A more reasoned response to the calling — at last — of the federal election in a day or so. Probably.

Original photo here.

Peter Costello sneaks into Kevin Rudd publicity shot!!!11!1!!

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Peter Costello (front, in green and red striped jumper) crashes a recent hospital visit by Kevin “07″ Rudd.

(Also visible in this photograph is federal health minister Tony Abbott, in the next crib, ordering the occupant to “grow up, move on, and get out of that taxpayer-funded crib!”).

Screengrab from ABC News.


I heard last night that Paul had died. Long-time visitors to this website will remember Paul de Koning as my partner in life, love and crime back in the days when this site was called The House of Love.


Paul and I had a brief, spectacular and ultimately doomed love affair about a decade ago, in an age when we lived on the edge and stared death in the face, when we lived for today and assumed that tomorrow would take us up in its cold embrace and deliver us to somewhere dark and cold…

Our relationship ended dramatically and badly, of course, and it’s been a long time since we were close. We reconciled our differences a long time ago, but it’s hard to convert the riotous energy that marked our time together into the sedate friendship of ex-husbands. So for the last few years we’ve seen each other occasionally, exchanged emails now and then, but otherwise gone on with our separate lives, changed of course by the experience of loving and losing each other, perhaps damaged by it too.


Paul gave me a great deal in our short time together. He had an extraordinary capacity to accept me as I am (or was) — not a straightforward undertaking in those days — to celebrate me and us, to love and trust and fuck with spirit, energy and abandon, and to care. He was a truly special man, imperfect in many ways — sometimes bitter, often troubled — but with a old soul of pure gold.

Not many months after we broke up, Paul was diagnosed with adult myeloid leukemia. His survival with this aggressive cancer (as well as HIV) for so many years is a testament to his strength and tenacity.
Happy trails, old friend.

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Why we love living in bush

There’s a woman from Lara being interviewed on the radio. She’s being interviewed, at some length, because she’s painted her entire flock of sheep with blue and white stripes. She’s a Geelong supporter, you see, and it’s footy finals time here in Victoria, and Geelong’s colours are blue and white.

She’s a bit worried though as the paint she used isn’t waterproof and has started to fade already. Apparently it’s already more of a Kangaroos (light) blue than a Geelong (dark) blue, so she’s off to give them a second coat.

It’s the little things.

I love ewes all.

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