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i love this new facebook invention, namely because 'meow' is the biggest word, which means i have statused about meowing the most? i'm a cat?

Listen. Now

Marrrickville Pork Roll

Anyone who knows me will know I love Vietnamese salad rolls. Through out my time living in the Inner West I have become somewhat a connaisseur of this delicious and tastey snacks, whether it be Broadway, Enmore, Ashfield or Newtown (I've tried them all) I can safely say that by far the best is 'Marrickville Porkroll'- dont be fooled by the sign, they serve not only pork rolls but chicken, tuna, bbq pork, meatball and my personal favourite, the humble salad roll. I honestly dont know how they make them so delicious, i was never a salad sandwhich person, maybe its the fresh corriader, soy sauce, chilli and a few other mysterious sauces that they add to it to make it so damn tastey. Oh and did I mention that they are only $2.50!...
100% WIN

You can find this hole in the wall store on the corner of Illawarra Road and Marrickville Road.


It is not unusual to see a line of six or so people winding out of the shop.


omnomnom

i wanted to overthrow the government but all i brought down was somebody's wife

30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and one fox

and look here, they write,

you are a dupe for the state, the church,

you are in the ego-dream,

read your history, study the monetary system,

note that the racial war is 23,000 years old.

well, I remember 20 years ago, sitting with an old Jewish tailor,

his nose in the lamplight like a cannon sighted on the enemy; and

there was an Italian pharmacist who lived in an expensive apartment

in the best part of town; we plotted to overthrow

a tottering dynasty, the tailor sewing buttons on a vest,

the Italian poking his cigar in my eye, lighting me up,

a tottering dynasty myself, always drunk as possible,

well-read, starving, depressed, but actually

a good young piece of ass would have solved all my rancor,

but I didn’t know this; I listened to my Italian and my Jew

and I went out down dark alleys smoking borrowed cigarettes

and watching the backs of houses come down in flames,

but somewhere we missed: we were not men enough,

large or small enough,

or we only wanted to talk or we were bored, so the anarchy

fell through,

and the Jew died and the Italian grew angry because I stayed

with his

wife when he went down to the pharmacy; he did not care to have

his personal government overthrown, and she overthrew easy, and

I had some guilt: the children were asleep in the other bedroom

but later I won $200 in a crap game and took a bus to New Orleans

and I stood on the corner listening to the music coming from bars

and then I went inside to the bars,

and I sat there thinking about the dead Jew,

how all he did was sew on buttons and talk,

and how he gave way although he was stronger than any of us

he gave way because his bladder would not go on,

and maybe that saved Wall Street and Manhattan

and the Church and Central Park West and Rome and the

Left Bank, but the pharmacist’s wife, she was nice,

she was tired of bombs under the pillow and hissing the Pope,

and she had a very nice figure, very good legs,

but I guess she felt as I: that the weakness was not Government

but Man, one at a time, that men were never as strong as

their ideas

and that ideas were governments turned into men;

and so it began on a couch with a spilled martini

and it ended in the bedroom: desire, revolution,

nonsense ended, and the shades rattled in the wind,

rattled like sabers, cracked like cannon,

and 30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses chased one fox

across the fields under the sun,

and I got out of bed and yawned and scratched my belly

and knew that soon very soon I would have to get

very drunk again.

Bukowski

redblackandwhite

These are photos taken from the times of the Soviet Union. Simple and beautiful. I found them and the drunken cycler via englishrussia.com

I miss reading the gossip about Moss and my favourite libertine/babyshambler/human syringe Pete Doherty. Hince you just don't compare.

Now this is dedication to getting drunk!

read. now.

jimmyrockingtheknits

I have gone into a little bit of a Zeppelin phase, reliving all hours of my youth staying up late on Led Zeppelin forums. Yes I was one of those Zeppelin kids. Anyway, I know today has been really fucking hot. So it is hardly time to look to the knitted vest or jumper. But ask my friends, they know how much I appreciate a good oversized grandpa jumper, apparently jimmy page digs them too. Except he leans toward the other side of the spectrum. Undersized. I still want the Zoso jumper.


I've always loved this picture

Mess.Hall.

It was about five years ago I first saw the Mess Hall live. I was a screaming fourteen year old doing some terrible terrible dancing in between being utterly blown away by the performance… and screaming some more. The set ended with my friend and I in a tug of war battle over one of their drumsticks. And I mean a real tug of war, two on two, sweaty kids fighting it out to the death on a grimy dance floor. It was a close call, neither side willing to give an inch. Well that was until I herd a yelp and the words ‘SHE FUCKING BIT ME SHE FUCKING BIT MY HAND’. The boys let go of the stick, and my friend and I were triumphant. I still have the drumstick. And I still have that friend who got me the drumstick by getting her Mike Tyson on. Yet as entertaining as that memory is, lets hope that my nineteen year old self won’t end up in a fight to the death at the Annandale this Wednesday.

This Wednesday the 25th of November The Mess Hall will be playing and the Annandale FOR FREE. Yes all you uni students out there (uni students who have finished their exams- no excuses) it is free and it is awesome and it is the Annandale’s gift to you, so be there! We have to make the most of these venues so they don’t close like the beloved Hopetoun!

Doors open at 7pm

two dollar champagne has never looked so good

Get it. Now

matchcatz

If you want some, buy sandalwood inscence cones from Eastern Flare in Newtown. I bought some the other day, opened up the packet and BAM, complementary cat matches to go with your insence. 100% WIN

One can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid

'Small houses and courts with mail boxes full of spiders, mailboxes hanging by one nail, old women inside rolling cigarettes and chewing tobacco and humming to their canaries and watching you, an idiot lost in the rain.'

That idiot was me today. An idiot in a wetsuit and a shirt that said 'fun safe and easy'. Oh lordy


What a beer gut. Despite this gut, according to Bukowski he had nice legs.
Sure you do, you dirty-old-man-genius.

coolbritannia

...

they start with revolutions then you end up smoking in your room and doing washing in bathtubs. at least we'll always have clouds. and bathtubs.

these lovely photos are taken from the blog 'sometimes i just need quiet'
http://www.truth-beauty-cock.blogspot.com/

icedT

http://www.bellybytes.com/recipe/tea/


This site combines the two greatest drinks: Tea, and alcohol. And to go with the theme of summer (which is generally made up of hot days and drinking) this site provides us with ways of combining these two great drinks into one beautiful refreshing fusion, iced tea punch.
Here is one of my favourites:

Ingredients:
Three orange pekoe tea bags
1 cup loosely packed fresh basil leaves
4 cups water
Five, 5-1/2-ounce cans peach nectar (about 3-1/3 cups), chilled
1/4 cup chilled simple syrup or to taste
3/4 cup vodka

For simple syrup:
1-1/3 cups sugar
1-1/4 cups water
Garnish: peach slices and basil sprigs

Put teabags and basil in a quart-size glass measure or heat-proof bowl.

In a saucepan bring water just to a boil and pour over tea bags. Steep tea 5 minutes and strain through a sieve into a heat-proof pitcher. Cool tea and chill, covered, until cold, about 1 hour. Stir in nectar, vodka and syrup. Serve tea over ice in tall glasses and garnish with peach slices and basil sprigs.

To make simple syrup:
In a saucepan bring sugar and water to a boil, stirring, and boil until sugar dissolves. Let syrup cool and chill, covered. You can prepare the syrup up to two weeks ahead of time, if desired. Syrup recipe makes about 2 cups syrup.

Recipe makes about 7 cups of Peach Basil Iced Tea.

Foal

Australia has never been lucky when it comes to having bands from over seas tour, and this years Big Day Out is one very good example of this (apart from the horrors, who STILL haven’t announced sideshows). Tomorrow night we have a small… ok VERY small consolation, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers. At the once brilliant, now predominantly disgusting Candy’s Apartment we have keyboardist Edwin Congreaves of Foals DJing. I was very VERY far down the grape vine when I herd the news, thus the news was some what distorted which resulted in me thinking the FOALS WERE PLAYING GIGS IN AUSTRALIA. But of course I realized that this was not so, and I realized that my excitement was entirely unwarranted, because I'm in Australia, no one comes to Australia. (Except Pavement !)



Anyway
• Friday the 13th November
• Candy’s
• A foal
• Many drunks
• Which sounds fine by me.