Bayswater

Fuck I miss my Bayswater house. I can see so many of my favourite things in this picture. Like my Dad's Favourite Swingin Rock n Roll cd, next to my typewriter. And the box I put wallpaper all over when I was stoned and trying to be "crafty". And my collection of SVH Books. I think I had just gotten that giant tv too. My Gucci jumper is pretty rad also, I wonder where that went? I think it disappeared into Cameron Stack's bedroom at some point and I never got it back. I wonder if you googled Cameron Stack's name, how many entries from this blog would come up? I might test it now.

HAHA, Oh god. http://brianstack.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-post-by-cameron-stack.html

Bah, it takes 3 pages for it to even turn up. Cameron Stack, Cameron Stack, Cameron Stack.

Chemical Warfare

This is Shape Nightclub. Some of you may know it. You've probably seen me there.

One fateful night (ie. Saturday) Shape Nightclub was more like this.

That's right. Our favourite place to listen to tasty treats, drink dranks and stay out till dawn was in fact the victim of terrorists. You might have seen the ads warning us to look out for people lurking around sheds in the middle of night, people carrying bags of fertiliser, suspicious packages and the like, but did anyone think about THESE?

Obviously we should start arresting anyone who has a subscription to MAD magazine and still says "NOT" at the end of sentences and detaining them for up to 24 hours to question them over suspected activities. Who the fuck lets off stink bombs in the middle of a packed night club?

This guy (Maurice Fulton for the uninitiated) was all "ZIS IS DISGUZTING!", turned the sound off, and booted off to his hotel with some girls. Upstairs had to be closed, which was okay because the Institubes guys were hell drunk and busy letting groupies sing Daft Punk hooks into the microphone and turning the sound off so urrbody got to hear the full brunt of their voices.

In conclusion, whoever lets off stink bombs at a packed nightclub is either a giant jerk, or an evil genius, I haven't decided yet.

Love, Gracey.

P.S. Cameron Stack stayed the whole night at Shape, and didn't even go to Amps! Wowzers!

manic on the streets of perth

i have reached a conclusion. ive decided that when clare and unite we are kind of like a batman & robin duo. this meaning we work together as a team, with both of us having common goals. these goals could be anything from "i need food" or "lets go drank our dranks in the alley". in all honesty we usually just punish the dfloor with our debaucherous antics and immitations of lobbers.

we tried too start a circle pit at shape last night hahaha. THE BEST!

here is a picture of our shoes:

frankly mr shankly

i feel a cheddar for the children II is in order

this was an event i held at my house ( roughly 11 months ago) too celebrate the never ending goodness created by dairy products eg. cheese! the preperation for this party took a couple of hours, first i sourced a variety of cheese’s and began the pre party antics by making hand written flags too identify the various cheese’s. i then choose the essential (and my personal favourite) cheddar too make tiny cheese kebabs with cherry tomatoes and spring valley sweet gherkins (epic). with the rest of the cheddar block at my disposal i then proceeded too carve pacman shaped cheese snacks and arranged them in an exciting, yet functional way ontoo the table.. along with an array of condiments too satisfy every guests needs.

will definetly hold the second edition when miss dewhurst and i find a new house (which will be very soon im hoping)

is it really so strange?

success. its a term we use too describe an advance or happy outcome even an accomplishment of desired end. its also a place in perth (it really is true, it costs $40 in a taxi!)

BUT// i was thinking the other day that what success really means too me is, being able too perfectly describe and elaborate on things that i deem as being important and interesting.

an example of successfull descrpitions, a short list compiled by nina marie elliott:

nina does friendships; "JVG, shes my person you know? two bodies - one mind."

nina does crushes; "paul banks, a face like poetry. i kid you not."

nina does compliments; "youre sweating art, sneezing art. everything you expel is artfull."

an example of successfull elaborations:

nina does torches; "thats not an ordinary torch, thats a BAT TORCH! nana nana..."

nina does sweating; "he was sweating like a rapist."

nina does mcdonalds; "i ate a mcamerica, a bacon&egg mcmuffin, 2 hashbrowns and i gave my oj too my friend nathan cause he was lobbing out."

my latest success is naming the perfect food. the food that combines various cultural culinary influences and an array of condiments that blend together like sunshine and kittens.

thats right, im talking about mi goreng. or "the food of gods. and struggling youth". take one packet of this and add criminal amounts of cheese (i would recommend parmasen or a tasty cheddar, cost effective AND tasty) cracked pepper and soy sauce.

BINGO! you win at life.

PS// my sister had a really salient ellaboration last weekend. she said "yeah i had a good night out." i said "what did you do?" she said "cant really remember but i know i had a good night out cause i got kicked out of 3 clubs, one i hadnt even gone into yet and i spent heaps of money on ringtones."

.... Morton.

This is my friend James. Some of you may know him.


James is pretty rad. He has a permanent crip-walk from when concrete fell on his legs when he was 3, which is hecka gangsta. He also has one of the most soothing voices in the entire world, which makes him sound like he is even more of a babe than he already is. Mostly he talks in random string along sentences, telling stories which usually end up with him either falling off a "cliff" or somehow being in a fountain and whenever we question the validity or ask for clarification on a point, he usually does this at us.


James used to go to TAFE last year, and one day he was quietly eating his lunch when he noticed a guy dressed up as one of these.


Well, he kinda thought this was a bit odd, and starting walking off. The dude dressed as a dalek starting following him, waving extremeties, yelling "EXTERMINATE, EXTERMINATE." Then the dalek started blocking his path as he walked. James started getting a bit frustrated. Then the dalek said in his dalek voice "Move. Dickhead."
James was really pissed off by now, but he just kept trying to get around him and keep walking, vowing to walk away. Then the dalek scuffed his air max, so James "dropped knowledge on him in the form of a punch to the chassy" and told him to not start intergalactic beef that he couldn't handle. After this happened some emo's came running across the road yelling "THAT'S EXPENSIVE!! THAT'S EXPENSIVE!" and James walked away from the whole mess, scratching his head.
It wasn't until later on that he was actually told that it was some shitty Tafe hidden camera show for some assignment. Apparantly when James started getting REALLY angry after his shoe was scuffed, whoever was in contact with the dalek was yelling "ABORT ABORT. HE LOOKS CRAZY"

Love, Gracey.


p.s. here is a bonus shot of James dressed as a fruity clown

Cool People I Have Kissed

This list is exactly one person long. Sorry everybody ever, you didn't make the cut.


1. Tim Harrington, 2006


He was wearing pink socks, loafers and red running shorts. He was singing, yelling, pretending to fellate boys in the crowd. I was watching, laughing, nodding my head. We locked eyes. He pushed his sweaty face into mine and we kissed for 3 seconds during We'll Make A Lover Of You. We hi-5'd at the end of the night and he made fun of me for having my math homework in my bag. Then he said 'See you later C dog' and left the country. Top that anybody. You can't. There's never gonna be a number 2. R.I.P my heart.

Love Clare xoxoxo