Good Morning, or should I bleakly said good afternoon. My bloodshot eyes hurt and I need Berocca as much as Michael Jackson needing a lobotomy.

The quirks about the house I live within, sometimes does really piss me off. Our landlord is a elderly Asian man, Mr Shah (please don't throw rocks at him), and well he is a nice landlord, probably one of the better within London. However the fucka is loud and turns up to our place on a Saturday morning at 9am and proceeds to gang rape our doorbell so someone has to get up and answer it. I'm not, I'm neeked and got the serious case of 'Someone beat my brain with a hammer and I feel as though my mouth is pasted shut' hangover. He has this whining voice like someone is wringing a cat, so horrible. Anyhow he proceeds to talk outside my door for the next two hours about the hot water system, which is causing havoc with the Saffa's upstairs. He's gone now, but if he comes back next Saturday and does the same thing. I will mangle him with his walking frame.

-Just had phone call from Mum and Dad at home, Adam was around as well and I managed to blurt out the funny story of last night. Got some tax back $1960 which works out to be $750-800. Happy little chappy. Going towards my Contiki tour with Kirt in January.

The picture below is from a few weeks ago, and this is me introducing some of the boys I hang out with in London. The women will have to be on a seperate album and alphabetically co-ordinated .

From the top left, you have Wilko or Wilks or Dave or Big Dave. Comes from Melbourne and is a good laugh out on the piss. Always friendly, always buying and always looking. Heart of gold and a handshake like steel.
Next to Wilko. Alan, my good mate from Sydney who has been over it for quite sometime. Always good to shoot the shit with! Very glad I've got him over here, because he has taken a lot of my shit when I broke up with Lucy. Oh and he helped me get this Blog up and running, because I'm such a numpty at trying to figure stuff like this out.
Next to Alan, with the closed eyes and cheesy grin is Bradders or Brad (Melbourne). Codename Maverick. He is the secret weapon we unleash on all women in a 15 metre radius. Unfortunately he is a fire and forget missile, and nine times out of ten I forget about him and he's attached to some girls arm with that cheesy grin and I've still got my third beer in hand with Sam. Derrr me Caveman in top right corner!
Bottom left - Al or the Herminator (Melbourne) - Al lives with Sam in Maida Vale and is a DUDE! He also holds the Durry Cup challenge which is a running league with myself, Al and Bradders on the Xbox - Fifa 2004.
Did I hear a DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNN WOMAN! Last but very not the least on the bottom right is Sam or as he calls himself in third person RICHARDS! Richards for the hoop, Richards for the Win, Richards on the outside! This man is why I stay in London. He knows why and if you continue to read some of the exploits I go on about, you will know. This shit is tame and I'm only peering over the wall of Blog.



Anyhow Australia lost and we all got maggotted and found some women to harrass. I have this Wallaby horn I was putting my cigarettes in and smoking out of it. Did hardly impress them, but make them laugh at me.

Anyhow off to make some nice greasy breakfast.