Saw Oz Day fireworks at Freo yachtie central. Instinctively thought I should be patiently assembling thoughtful montage of abandoned/broken/violated esky lids, with wine-bottle dropping topless lesbian stiltknitters in the hempy background – but couldn’t be bothered, as I knew I had JJ’s Oz Day, er, recreation in the bag. Not Worst, and outstanding lawn.
Went to Rottnest during the week: it’s still there. Seats over a bit cramped, though, as you admire “just water and more water”.
Did see esky action at Cott, though. Was not tempted to help self.
Say hello to my friend Yogi BarleyMaxMan, cereal superhero with the wired and gaint digestive tract.
BarleyMaxMan sez: “The cold hard facts of chronic diseases in Australia highlight the need for practical, effective diet and lifestyle solutions that can help lift the burden of chronic disease impacting so heavily on our Nation.”
But some think BarleyMaxMan’s endosperm is “somewhat disappointing…a little dry”.
The Worst of Perth 
You nailed Rottnest there, Rotoobloggo. And the views of the water are the best part of any trip to Rotto.
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…and what did we see? We saw the sea.
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Chronic disease or chronic flatulence. Some choice.
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That sign was not needed.
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Nice axe
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Yes: I was hoping JJ would tell us the name but he is being shy.
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He names his axes? Shouldn’t he have been axing a copy of Dirt Music?
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It’s a Fury 22003 and it sings through the air like… like…
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Apparently lots of people name their axes:
http://www.bestmadeco.com/collections/axes
too lazy for html trickery.
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‘hushabye baby’, eh….
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