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Phillip Island: Too Cold To Think Of A Witty Title

Cowes, Australia


The weather hadn't been too bad over the last week so last Friday I checked out of the nice, cosy hostel I'd been staying at in St Kilda that fed you three times a week and had heaters and beds and drove the two hours down to Phillip Island for two nights of camping and generally being a tourist.

It rained all the way.

I did think about staying in a hostel instead of pitching my new and untested tent but through steely resolve/ grim determination/ utter stupidity (delete as appropiate) I stuck to my original plan and booked into a campsite in Cowes which had a bath as well as showers. This wasn't why I booked into this particular campsite but it certainly helped its cause because when you've spent the night in a tent in South Melbourne in spring you need a hot bath and a cup of tea and possibly minor surgery for the frostbite.

Aside from the Penguin Parade and a few Big Things, the main things to do on the island are made up of Australia's favorite type of tourist attraction; Rocks.

If you give a rock a name and put it on a map people will come and they will marvel and take photographs then three months later they will try and remember why they have so many photos of rocks. Here they have The Nobbies and The Pinnacles.


The Nobbies

The place is full of bloody seagulls! Lets face it, seagulls are the chavs of the bird world and walking along the boardwalk is like walking through (Insert Name Of Any Major British City Here) on a Friday night. It's really intimidating and you honestly wonder if you're going to make it back with your eyes intact. You wouldn't take food up here unless you had a death wish.

It must be nesting season an all because there's loads of young ones wandering about and you know how most animals, no matter how ugly always go through that Cute Stage? Seagulls don't. Even as babies they look like they're going to beat you up for your chips and spare change.

Other things to look out for at The Nobbies is the Blowhole (which is another rock formation, no surprise there then) and the seals which you have to look at through a telescope. The seals are sat on a rock called Seal Rock. Bet you didn't see that one coming did ya.


The Pinnacles

Its... well... it's some rocks. I don't know what else to say about it. Maybe they look nice at sunset or after a few beers or something. It was while I was walking up to these things that I saw my first killer snake in the wild though so that was cool.


Penguin Parade
If you leave Phillip Island without freezing your tits off to watch the penguins you will be ridiculed by your peers and possibly beaten with sticks.

For a mere $17.40 you get to spend an hour sat on a cold, stone step staring at a beach waiting for the Little Penguins (the smallest penguin in the world) to parade across whilst your eyeballs slowly freeze and you begin to lose all sensation in your fingers.

Nah, don't listen to me, I'm a cynical old wench. There's not many things in this world more amusing than watching a group of foot tall penguins trying to get up a sandy hill. It certainly put a smile on my face.

At least it would have done if my lips hadn't seized up.

permalink written by  Koala Bear on October 21, 2006 from Cowes, Australia
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Adelaide: City Of Bad Hair

Adelaide, Australia


Lets make a list of things to do in Adelaide!

1. Barossa Valley. I would suggest wine tasting at Jacob's Creek but you have to drive there so that pisses on that bonfire unless you do a tour.

2. Kangeroo Island. I might even do this one on day. One day when money grows on trees.

3. Glenelg beach. Don't forget your warm hat and your windbreak though.

4. Mullet spotting. This is fun, I thought mullets were outlawed in the early 90s but apparently no one told Adelaide.

Down The Ed... The Pigs In The CBD... Glenelg... Mullet Spotting

Aaaand that's about it which is good really because everyone knows that there's a direct correlation between mullets and the inability to count past your fingers.

However Adelaide is where I met Toni, init (lass in the middle in the photo on the left). Bloody typical, you finally meet someone you really like and they choose to live in a place with more offensive haircuts per square kilometre than any other city.

Toni, I give you three months darlin before you find yourself down the hairdressers asking for "a little bit more off the top, please..."

permalink written by  Koala Bear on November 20, 2006 from Adelaide, Australia
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Random Nuggets Of Information #2

Perth, Australia


I was was gonna try and put a vaguely interesting post together tonight but I may have incurred brain damage from when I smacked my head last night and my retinas need replacing after witnessing the horror that is Lesbian Mud Wrestling.

Calm down, boys. All it does is re enforce the theory that fat people should have their clothes stapled to them to stop them from taking them off in public.

Anyway, as a result you're stuck with the following crap.


Amusing Photograph Of The Week

This is genuine, I took it myself and it hasn't been doctored in any way.


Compliment Of The Week
Bloke @ Work: I had a thought about you the other day...
Me: Yeah?
Bloke: I was thinking that no matter how ugly you try to make yourself, its not working.
Me: .... Erm.... Thanks?

What a charmer. I do hope he's single, enough to turn a dyke onto guys.


Snippets Of Conversation
Me and Maaike were discussing Collecting Flags, as in people you've shagged from different parts of the world. We were thinking we should get embroidered flags and sewing them to our backpacks purely so when people ask you when you went there you can reply with, "I didn't. They came here..."


Random Facts About Burswood Dome, Perth
1. The roof is held up by air pressure alone.
2. The rest of the building is held together with Gaffa Tape.
3. Some of the seats in the VIP boxes we're putting together at the moment are worth $10000 which aside from a Good View will get you a vaguely comfy chair on a rickety grandstand and a badly laid carpet.
Call me Scrooge but for $10000 I'd want free beer, copious amounts of cake, a topless waitress and oral sex.


Christmas Spirit
There's something inherantly wrong about donning shorts, a singlet and flip flops and walking past a Christmas tree on the way to the beach.


Medical Issues
I broke out in a rash the other day and the only thing I'd done differently the night before was I didn't drink any goon. I hit the box after work and the rash began to fade.

Its a swine when you get blood in your alcohol system init.

permalink written by  Koala Bear on December 21, 2006 from Perth, Australia
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Crispy Fried Lesbian

Bunbury, Australia


No sooner had I finished scraping the sand out of my minge from Xmas I was rendered blissfully unemployed until the 8th January which meant a day trip to the Nekkid Beach in Bunbury was in order.

Here's a fun fact: No matter how much SPF 30+ you smear on your White Bits they still burn.

It hurts to sit down.

It doesn't help that my arse is the size of Wales either, the next time I decide to get my kit off on the beach I'm bringing a 7.5 tonne truck of suncream and a team of slaves to apply it for me with trowels. Must remember to bring the scaffolding too.

I hope it doesn't peel, I really don't want a flakey arse. And what about melanomas? What if I get arse cancer and have to have it amputated? Actually maybe that's not a bad thing, if I could just get a bit sliced off it, just to reduce it to the size of Cardiff or somthing.

Anyway, I'm off to buy shares in moisturiser in an attempt to prevent the skin trying to escape from my arse.

  • limps away, wincing*


  • permalink written by  Koala Bear on December 30, 2006 from Bunbury, Australia
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    Meh

    Perth, Australia


    You do your sit-ups and go to the gym so no one mistakes your gut as a ledge for their pint.

    You soak in the bath for half an hour and shave all the relevant parts.

    You ransack your wardrobe to try and find something that still fits so you can Look Your Best.

    You take out a small loan so you can afford the extortionate entrance fees and artificially inflated drink prices.

    And all this so you can go out for some forced enjoyment, pump your body with enough toxins to lay waste to a small country, end up a drooling, incoherent retard, pass out (possibly in a pool of vomit, not necessarily your own) and spend the ensuing 24 hours wondering what number bus hit you.

    Out of all the new years I have endured and haven't been ill for I can think of one where I actually had fun. I'm obviously doing it wrong, but why do I have fun on every other night of the year but not this one?
    Oh I'll smile for the photographs and sing Auld Lang Wotsit at midnight even though no one knows the words and I won't be coordinated enough to stand up, let alone cross hands and link with some other equally inebriated moron. But I won't enjoy it. Bah!

    Happy Fucking New Year to you too.

    permalink written by  Koala Bear on December 31, 2006 from Perth, Australia
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    And So It Begins

    Perth, Australia


    Apart from the fact that something quite obviously crapped in my mouth and part of my brain may have melted, last night was relatively painless. I retained the use of my basic motor functions, was still able to walk unaided by the end of it and I'm pretty sure there's no one I need to apologise to.

    I went to a Maori Hangi where they cook food in the ground with hot rocks and sand, one of my favourite things in the world after free vodka is free food so it was all good. I crashed at a mates house where I got my very own room. It was weird waking up alone and not being surrounded by 7 other people, I didn't like it, give me a dorm room with a dangerous smelling fridge, a poor excuse for air conditioning and potential bed bugs any day.

    Last year I fell foul of tradition and made pointless resolutions but then again I make these things every other day throughout the year. Sometimes I even do em. Here were last years:
    1. Eat less cake.
    2. Learn to do stuff that will result in a certificate or a shiny trophy. The trophy must be shiny, the certificate must be nationally recognised or at least very important looking.
    3. Visit a place with a rude name once a month. (Unless it's raining. Or too cold).
    4. Learn to cook something. Pot Noodles don't count. Neither do beans.
    5. Eat more *gags* vegetables. This one is optional.

    This year I'm just making one New Years Resolution which I think you'll agree is much more achievable than the above.
    1. Conquer the world and enslave the human race.

    Happy 2007, minions... uh... I mean, friends.

    permalink written by  Koala Bear on January 1, 2007 from Perth, Australia
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    Falling In Love Again

    Perth, Australia


    Look, I know I said I wasn't gonna let myself get emotionally involved again whilst I was travelling and I know its foolish to get into something this serious so soon after I had my heart broken.

    Please don't lecture me, just try and be happy for me. We get on so well, we just clicked, y'know? I know she won't hurt me and I know that once you meet her you'll love her just as much as I do.

    She's a hot little Russian number I met in the bottle shop, it was love at first sight, I looked at her and saw her looking back at me and I knew right then that we'd be so happy together.

    I know you might think I'm rushing into things but here are the photos of me and Mishka on our wedding day at Rainbow Lodge, the hostel where I'm staying at the moment.

    I had to share her with two other people though.

    The party girl, she is.



    permalink written by  Koala Bear on January 2, 2007 from Perth, Australia
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    Invading My Personal Space

    Perth, Australia


    In order to get a second Working Holiday Visa in Australia its not enough to dedicate three months of your life you can't get back doing a job you didn't want in a part of Australia you never wanted to visit. You also have to have a very expensive chest X-Ray and medical to make sure you don't have anything nasty to spread around their fine country. Because you wouldn't have spread it around during the previous 12 months of course. Money grabbing cunts.

    On account of the fact I have a couple of piercings and a few barely noticable tattoos I also have to have blood tests.

    They're going to take my fucking blood.

    WHILE I'M STILL FUCKING USING IT!

    Why don't you just take a fucking kidney or two while you're at it? Or maybe a lung?

    The Australian government are going to have my fucking DNA on file, not even the British government have that.

    I'm scared.

    What if they clone me? They might do with me being a perfect specimen an all, can you imagine a whole army of me? Terrifying. Incredibly good looking but terrifying all the same.

    And what if somethings wrong with me? What if they find the dead foetus of my conjoined twin attached to my spleen?

    What if its not dead???

    Fuck I'm scared. I'm going in for the X-Ray and the blood tests on Monday and the medical is on the following Friday. A mate of mine had me worried they were gonna do a smear but they don't thank god, I don't want anyone scraping around my minge unless they intend to make me come afterwards.

    Scared scared scared.

    Last time I had blood taken my girlfriend had to come with me and sit on my legs so I couldn't run away.

    Fuck I'm scared.

  • hyperventilates*


  • I'm off to find goon. Goon makes everything ok.

    At least it does until the next morning when you have to remember where you left your braincells

    permalink written by  Koala Bear on January 5, 2007 from Perth, Australia
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    Sacrificing Braincells On The Alter Of Goon

    Perth, Australia


    It has been brought to my attention that not everyone knows what this mysterious liquid known as Goon is so I have prepared this handy Cut Out And Keep guide to enable you to identify and avoid it.

    1. What Is It?
    Cheap wine and I use the term "wine" loosely. Comes in a box.

    2. What Is It Made From?
    Allegedly grapes but this has yet to be proven. Also contains fish, eggs, milk, traces of nut and the urine of a local wino.

    3. How Much Can I Expect To Pay?
    Between $8 and $10 for 4 litres unless you're feeling a bit posh then you can get the High Class stuff for about $12 to $14 for 4 litres.

    4. Drunk From?
    A dirty mug (the dirt is optional but advisable as it may dull the taste of the goon) or directly from the bladder.

    5. Drunk When?
    Goon O Clock. It's always Goon O Clock at Rainbow Lodge.

    6. How Does It Taste?
    Indescribably bad but the first couple of mouthfuls usually numb your tastbuds anyway.

    7. Side Effects?
    Rapid loss of basic motor functions, drooling, regret and inability to remember where you left your brain the following morning.
    Very dangerous when combined with free internet as it causes you to email people who probably don't want to hear from you right now.
    Also gets you pissed from the feet up so you think you're fine until you stand up to go for a piss and fall over.

    8. If It's So Bad, Why Drink It?
    Its cheap and it works.

    9. Games Include...
    a. Wheel Of Goon whereby you attach a full goon bladder to a rotating clothes line and stand in a circle around it holding a cup and attempting to remain upright. Spin the clothes line, whoever the goon bag stops in front of has to skull a cup of it.

    b. X Seconds Of Goon whereby you sit or lie down and someone stands over you and releases the goon into your mouth. The aim is to open your throat and drink as much goon as possible while your mates count the seconds. I saw a guy do 30 seconds once.

    It is a good idea to keep a bucket handy.

    10. Any Other Uses?
    The bladder inside the box can be blown up and used as a pillow once a sufficient amount of goon has been consumed (it is also worth noting that if you drink enough goon a concrete pillow will seem just as comfortable).
    It may also be possible to strip paint with it but this is untested, I'm just going off what it does to my internal organs.

    permalink written by  Koala Bear on January 11, 2007 from Perth, Australia
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    Weather Forecast

    Perth, Australia


    I have nothing witty or clever to add to that. I just wanted to gloat.

    permalink written by  Koala Bear on January 13, 2007 from Perth, Australia
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