days off

Days off on the road are usually for doing fun stuff 

Like last week’s SLING-SHOT RIDE

We have a day off today in Hamilton after a very make you want to vomit wind-y drive from Napier

We stopped for brekky where I thought we’d landed in China no one spoke English

But the scenery was pretty incredible

It’s crap weather raining here today so I’m hanging out in my room waiting for my guitar to get here

It travels in the truck with the crew ’cause it won’t fit in our car with all my shit our suitcases etc.

Woo hoo – forget what I just wrote

It has arrived

So this is what today’s going to look like

Here’s hoping the flu I feel like I’m fucking getting AGAIN coming on will leave me the hell alone not show up at all

Being sick blows chunks is shitty on a day off

Got to feel better by tomorrow

It’s a big day out

GLAMOROUS!!!

conversations in the car

Regular readers of this blog are familiar with my mum

and are used to the crazy shit she says ”mummisms” as I call then

Who could forget the Northwest Tour last year?

When she asked,

“do my legs look swollen to you?

I think I may have fluid retrenchment”

And then when she accused Dad of,

“Seeing the world through rose coloured dentures”

 

Oh yeah – she comes up with some winners

I told her today, you may only be funny once a year

But when you’re funny you are fucking hysterical hilarious

 

I give you today’s conversation

mum: Did you see that story about Susan Boyle ?

me: yeah I put her video up on the webpage

mum: I’d like to do that

me: What?

mum: Get up and sing like that and really surprise everyone. Maybe on Australian Idol or something

me: ummm.. you might have missed the boat on that one. By about 30 years

mum: I would be great – I’d do pretty well I reckon

It must be noted that at this point, Dad & Holly are pissing themselves in the front seat

me: You reckon you could win it all mum?

mum: You never know

me: You’d have to suck a lot of savs to get anywhere I reckon

Now the 3 of us are pissing ourselves 

Not mum

mum: What?

What did you just say?

I’m your mother and that’s disgusting.

Sucking penis’

Silence

I’m waiting to be told off some more

mum: Hmmm…

Well I guess it would depend.

Who would the judges be?

 

 

Hey Dad – maybe you’re not the problem child after all