As usual things started off at the church with Raoul, Nutty and George. I think the weather made them crazy. They were running around trying to claw each others nipples with clothes pegs. This is them in a moment of serenity.
An unbuttoned Brett ventured out from his room. I'm guessing he was having a nap or the heat of the church was too much for him. He didn't join in the childish mayhem.
Word on the street is there's a Flock of Seagulls tribute band in the works. Care to guess who the lead singer is?
Fast forward about an hour and I was at the Wheaty for Jolan's birthday. The big 30. Look at the man, doesn't look a day over 24.
These cupcakes were made in his honour. They have little drawings of bikes and truthful phrases such as 'Jolan is Surly' and 'Happy 30th Faggot'. I'm sure they're true cause if they weren't Jolan wouldn't show them off so proudly.
Andrew and I got hungry, so in true renegade fashion we left the party and had dinner at the cafe across the street. It was a real doozy of a place, with Andrew saying it had a real Melbourne vibe.
Back at the Wheaty, Jolan asked me to take a photo of his shoes because he'd received quite a bit of shit about them.
With exception of the two people in the foreground, we pretty much populated the entire place. In fact we were there until we got kicked out. This led to our 'gang' populating the street. The people at the punk gig up the street would have been shaking in their Docs!
Call him what you want. Shifty, Surly, J-LO or just plain old Jolan. It doesn't matter! Either way he's a bestman. He also said if he ever got facebook this would be his profile picture. Totally holding him to that. Happy 30th Faggot!
