Norman Gunston

It has come to my attention that I only appear in 1 photo on this blog.
This in itself is worrying.
However, what is more concerning is that my hair in this photo and presumably on the night, although no one bothered to tell me, resembled that of Norman Gunston.

See photo (minus the logie).















Therefore i have booked in for a haircut on Tuesday.
I am also committing or should i say, making myself available on the following dates.
Friday 25th August - Pie date already locked in
Friday 1st September
Saturday 2nd September
Friday 8th September
Saturday 9th September
And the week of September 24th until the 9th of October as i will be on holiday - inclusive of Angus's farewell dinner and drinks and Mexican fiesta (not quite Brazil but Newtown).

I list the above for three reasons:
1 - I'm depressed i can't participate in the paid alcohol survey because i can't meet the requisite number of social occasions.
2 - I have a Black tier membership to the Bourbon that some misguided PR person sent me on the presumption i must be hip and happening but the only time this has been used is when i've lent it out to others (where is it now by the way?)
3 - Angus 'Zac Efron' George will soon depart our shores and i need to soak up as much of those transition lenses as i can before he leaves.

So if you'd like to join me and Norman on any of the above dates please let me know.
Angus's 9 things in 9 weeks is quickly looking like 9 things in 4 weeks and despite my lacklustre performance over the last few months,won't stand for it

Regards
Edwina Bartholomew(Remember me? We went to uni together. Short girl. Extremely witty. Long toes)

A trashbags photo if ever i saw one

Firstly, Sorry Dani, but its too good not to blog.....

Well, it was her birthday, but this is the best trashbags photo ive seen in a while. Congratulation Postie, happy birthday and a vunderbar night had by all.

ALOHA

Fellow trashbags, I'm off to Maui!
Will make you proud and keep you 'posted'.
Love you all, Ezzy xoxo

Unpack your Trash Bags and rest at Towers Motel, London

Herro. So I'm not 100% up on the facts about this place, but Whitnall assures me that this is where we will be "living" in London. So, I am extending an invitation to all the trashbags out there to unpacks your trash bags, pull up a stump and have a sneaky spew in our WC.

Its hight, aging appearance, dynamic use of pebble covered walls along with windows that only open mid-way, the structure is reminicent of mid 1970s Bathurstian architecture, particularly the award-winning Tower's complex.



Inside reveals a long hallway leading to the toilet at the end, designed so the residents need not turn any corners or navigate in an inebrated state, so the dash for a spew is simple and relatively painless. However, the stain on the right hand wall, halfway down suggests that some may not make it the whole way.



And here is the toilet. Or as I like to call it, Bedroom number 5.



The kitchen, or sausage baking room, is a fusion of 1970s vintage colours with modern dynamic appliances. Did you know it is possible to cook an entire chicken in a microwave? Cats on the other hand...



Um. Here is Whitnall "de-flowering" in the garden. Ahhh, the story of his life.



Here are some bedrooms. Im getting bored of writing now.





Rates are negotiable... possibly in beer. Whitnall can provide more information on the Palais. Since, obviously this is all I got.

Drunk Observations

Things that are difficult to say when you're drunk...

a) Innovative
b) Preliminary
c) Proliferation
d) Cinnamon

Things that are VERY difficult to say when you're drunk...

a) Specificity
b) British Constitution
c) Passive-aggressive disorder
d) Transubstantiate

Things that are Absolutely Impossible to say when you're drunk...

a) Thanks, but I don't want to sleep with you.
b) Nope, no more booze for me.
c) Sorry, but you're not really my type.
d) No kebab for me, thank you.
e) Good evening officer, isn't it lovely out tonight?
f) I'm not interested in fighting you.
g) Oh, I just couldn't - no one wants to hear me sing.
h) Thank you, but I won't make any attempt to dance, I'd hate to look like a fool.
i) Where is the nearest toilet? I refuse to vomit in the street.
j) I must be going home now as I have work in the morning

Any more to add trashbags?
Love Tim x

Laura Learns to Blog... Yay!

Hi Everyone!

Tim is teaching me how to blog and it's very exciting!

Yesterday I had to go to a story at Macquarie Fields. I had stones thrown at me by ferals and was called a slut. Today I went to a court story and had to chase a murderer's son down the road with my microphone before he punched the cameraman next to me and screamed words I shan't repeat.

Ahh, well that's my life. I am learning to blog so when I go to china in three weeks I can post exciting stories!!! Hopefully nobody will call me names over there.

Love you all long time xxxx

and this is from tim to show loz how to blog a photo: