Aoilike Felcheng....

I suppose I REALLY ought to stop drinking. Went out to do a bit of busking last night, couldnt find my mic ANYWHERE. I was thinking back, trying to work out where the hell I could have put it. I mean, I hadnt used it since saturday night, and its been locked away in my room...

...Then I had a bit of a drunken flashback.

Whilst I was sitting on the steps of the railway station on sunday morning, with the scots lads, there was also a massively gay aborigine (I mean, seriously, this guy was gay as christmas!) He had a tight fitting pink top on, and was mincing around singing madonna's like a virgin to pass the time! Now, in my post-drunken-ridiculously-tired state, I thought this bloke was hilarious, and gave him my Mic to sing into, so he could really pretend that he was on stage...

....then, in true pissed me fashion, a pigeon on the road or something caught my attention, that was the end of it. My train of thought was heading down a completely different track, without brakes, and so I completely forgot about the mic, gay aborigines, and quite possibly my own name, I was that tired, and walked off as everything faded to black....

...Then the drunken flashback ended.

This story does have a happy ending though (well, massively immature, which in my books is exactly the same thing!). I Bought a mic today with my busking money (well, ill need one for this weekend), and managed to get an Aoilike Felcheng mic.

Suffice to say I misread it a few times, and now thats it. I think ive found clearly the best mic money can buy. I think me and this mic are going to have alot of fun together, this is the mic for me!

...and any other dodgy puns you can fit into the thing's cheap packaging.  Ha. an I Like Felching mic. God bless the chinese! :)

Walk on the wild....oh, alright. Seaside

Again, its been pretty much the usual around here. Had quite a shite weekend busking...only made $80 on friday, and my mate Ciaron (met him and his gf whilst doing farmworking in Red Cliffs Prison) had a barbieque on the saturday afternoon, so I went to that, had an amazing time, got massively drunk, and then tried busking. Got a bit of money, especially considering that I was almost too drunk to hold the guitar the right way up for the first few hours...then the battery ran out. I missed the train back, so i made a little bit more, then walked to Macdonalds, and had a coffee, then met and chilled with a group of cool people who'd done the same thing. Cool people, cant for the life of my remember thier names.

Anyways, got back and into bed at 8am, so that was sunday pretty much written off sleeping / chilling out on the sofa, trying to ignore this whole real world thing for a bit! :)

Then, feeling a bit guilty, I decided that monday (also, the first day it got to 24-25c in a few months) I was going to do something. So I ended up getting a bus up to Scarborough beach (Its a really nice beach, about 20k north) then, after a bit of lazing around, I walked back.

Well, I walked from Scarborough to City beach (5k) along the cycle patch, which weaved along the coastline. Then I walked along the beach back to cottesloe (7.5k), nearly finding myself on an army firing range on the beach, which I had to go around! Then I got the train to north fremantle (2 stops), went to this really cool venue, Mojos, and watched thier open mic night for a bit, then walked the other 2k home. So yes, alot of walking...

I also got hit on by a massively scary 50 y/o lady, which was pretty much the only reason I left the place. After walking 9miles, I didnt really feel like talking to crazy old ladies, and she wouldnt take the hint and leave me alone....oh well! :P Its what you get when you're as good looking as I am! :) Least its not 80 year olds, like in the good old days at Lloyds Chemists! :)

Anyways, thats it. More busking planned this weekend. I NEED to get some money to pay for this bloody car. Or at least some of it. Bloody thing. (ADVICE: If you come travelling, dont buy a car. You dont need it. Its nothing but trouble. If you want to get around, there are plenty of people who DO have cars, that CAN drive you, and you dont end up spending ridiculous money on nothing).

Its also a friends housewarming on saturday, which I might go to, but again, I need to make money for said stupid bloody car, so i cant really go. Still, on the upside, ive got another friend from farmworking hitting perth on sunday, and a mate from melbourne hitting perth next week, and ANOTHER mate coming here soonish, so that should be cool.

I just should have been up to darwin and coming back by now. Argh. Seriously. If you come travelling. Dont buy a sodding car! *walks off grumbling*

Wow, its been quite a while since ive updated this hasnt it? Its basically because for most of the month, ive been doing the usual. Busking, paying off the car, drinking on the beach with my mates, drinking in the park with my mates, busking some more, sleeping...

Its been really good fun, but you cant really fill a blog with it! Ive made some good money busking - $420 in one night was the best so far. Looked to better it last weekend, when I made $85 in 2 songs, but then the stupid battery ran out. So that was it for the night! :)

Anyways...Ive finally got something to write about. Monday and tuesday were pretty uneventful. Wednesday I went to see my friend play at the Sail and Anchor up the road. It was a pretty good gig. There was this woman with an amazing voice singing after him, and 3 hot women who, and christ knows why, were well into me too. In fact, im heading back there this coming wednesday to meet up with one of them.

I also met the drunkest woman in the world, in a club, so yes. An eventful night. Didnt think Id better it...

....until the next day, when I got up at the crack of noon, and came downstairs to see my mate Jimmy, who asked me If I wanted a job for a day or two. Just to move a few things over to his bosses place. Well, I agreed, because his boss couldnt live more than a couple of hours away, hey? :) How little I knew...

The job was to pick up, and then drive, 2 pool tables and 100 metres of cable to this town called Newman, which is 1300k's north from Perth. Also, they had to be there before 10am because a building inspector was coming to the site. Wow. Okay.

So after alot of faffing around (oh dear. thats the 7th time ive used that word in conversation now. Im DEFINATELY turning into my dad! :P), I finally left perth, via a "shortcut" at 6pm. The "Shortcut" wasnt helped by some retard putting the name of the intersecting street on the main street before a junction in this suburb. So I drive for ages in completely the wrong direction...before turning around, going back, trying another few wrong turns because if you go one way, its the right street, if you go the other, its a different street name..bloody nightmare!

Anyways, after that I put my pedal to the metal, burnt it up north, averaging 140k + 1 monster energy drink per hour. Stopped off in Mikatharra for a bit of a power nap, that didnt really work, drove up and had an hours rest in a rest stop on the road, then carried on, getting to Newman at 8am. Well early!

So yes, I drop the stuff off, have a wonder around, drive up to a few view points. It was a nice place, but there wasnt alot to do. Its purely a mining town...well, region! Theres nothing but desert and mines for miles! They have had an above average amount of rain in the past though, so the desert is bursting with coulour, which was pretty cool!

Then I leave at 10am, and start the drive back. Obviously, having no sleep, Im STILL on the energy drinks. Also, im pulling over every so often for a 20min sleep again. I ended up having so much caffiene that I started hallucinating. Well, sort of. I knew it was hallucinating, and could switch mental gears and not hallucinate at will, but it was pretty cool, so I carried on. I thought:
*The road was a rollercoaster at one point, and it was going up and down.
* I was driving through an opressive forest, with trees that went up to the sky, and were trying to box me in.
* The trees I did pass turned into either comedy faces, or hands as I passed, and tried to grab the van,
* the Lorry in front of me suddenly developed a face (where the number plate was, sort of like when the front of a car sometimes looks like a face if you look at it at the right angle), then a Wig appeared around it, THEN it was surrounded in blue flames...

Suffice to say, I took this as a delecate hint that I PROBABLY didnt need any more caffiene, and replaced with with water, and slowly but surely my hallucinations dissapeared. They sound like they were quite scary, but It was cool. A bit like when you're only just dreaming, and can control what happens in your dream, I could see stuff at will, and was more awake than ive ever been, thanks to being 200 times over the legal caffiene limit! :P  I did wake up at 3am convinced that someone was trying to cut my hair and there was a monkey sitting opposite my bed though, which turned out not to be real. Its a shame. I could do with a hair cut... :)

Finally got back at midnight, after (acording to the odometer) 2517k's, in 27 hours of practically solid driving, and decided that it was high time I went to bed (even though I was still buzzing from the caffiene!).

The journey itsself was pretty cool, although I wouldnt have done it if I wasnt getting paid. Its cool to see the trees and fields turn into Red Desert as you head furthur up. The stars out in the middle of the desert were phenomenal, and there were some nice towns I passed through. Theres nothing to do though...a few nice dried up old rivers, and thats about it!

Anyways, that'll do for me now...In the immortal words of the poet, keep on rocking in the free world! :)