IT'S PISSING DOWN THIS WEEKEND NIT?

GOTTA SET FIRE.

TO THE RAIN.

MAYBE TOUCH SOME UGLY MUGS. WHERE'S MY BLINKIN' LITTLE DANISH MAN? LET ME TOUCH YOUR FACE, MATE.

SHIT.

WHERE AM I.

Oi.
OI.
OI.
OI.
OI.
OI.
OI.
OI.
LIBERTY.
WHAT ARE Y'DOIN' Y'BLIGHTERS? I come back from the islands all home n' housed and it's like the whole damn city's gone dodgy.

Remy, love, M'sorry I missed your birthday. Love ya heaps n' don't you doubt your uncle John's got ya some sweet-as souvenirs! Go on and gizza ring when y'can.

As for you Kirkland lads, you're ( Read more... )

To: Emi; Jared; Arthur; Dewi; Peter; Jo; Remy ( Read more... )

[It was a normal enough arvo- he'd helped a lonely Italian kid out (or from the perspective of those not John Paul, possibly condemned him) and he'd left a nice little bouquet of flowers in the flat for Emi with a note reading simply 'Miss ya- be home soon'. He'd gone to visit Loto on campus during lunch break for a brief heart to heart and he had ( Read more... )

What the bleeding fuck is this? Corblimey, I'm spouting nonsense -more than usual- all over. I can't shut up - probably because I have a lot of shit I don't tell you, mates- and it's really drivin' me mad as a meat axe. I thought that letter was a gag but then mum walked into the room and I told her the makeup she'd applied that morning looked like ( Read more... )

( Oi, Oi, mummy, oi, oi, mummy! )

[Roughly two and a half straight days trapped in a truck can do things to a man. Terrible, wonderful things John will never utter to anyone ever because even he thinks there might be a limit. His subsequent freedom from confinement comes about with a pair of very confused drivers returning to their vehicle at three A.M. after a brief stop, hearing ( Read more... )

Anyone know why Loto's a few logs short of a barbie lately? Or why Jared ain't lookin' me in the eye? Rajiv ain't answerin' his phone and Emi's still crook.

Damn you Les Mis, forcin' me to delay production. Again. I'm bored again and all this worrying is gunna give me a heart attack. Or an ulcer. Maybe both.

On the bright side-
No actually, s'not very ( Read more... )

'Time doesn't wait for no man' I've heard clever songsters say.  Last week, I took a dance with the devil- so to speak- and it left me with a busted up leg. M'eye- the one mum knocked up with a shuffle board puck back in January I think it was- is aggravated again. Bit blurrier than usual. M'right hand's all fucked. Good thing I've got some south- ( Read more... )

( And now... Your Daily John )