Thursday, January 14, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Bitchin' Lunch
It was the early 90’s and to avoid getting a job, or worse end up on the dole I had enrolled in a painting course at Gateway Tafe in the arse end of Brisbane. Along with a rag tag of art school drop outs we’d spend the days throwing paint around on canvases, drinking goon and smoking cigarettes in the adjourning railway yard.
On Fridays the local pub had a $1.05 roast lunch (sponsored by radio station B105). With only one of the class with a car it meant cramming everyone up to 9 of us into a small torana for a hair raising ride to the pub, (but that’s another bitchin’ story.) The rest of the week was spent in the cafeteria playing pool , eating chip and gravy sandwiches, and chatting up the fashion students.
It was on one of these days a fellow class mate asked for a bread roll with and a sausage roll, he proceeded to place the sausage roll onto a bread roll, squirt a liberal amount on of tomato sauce onto it and take a bite as if nothing unusual had just taken place, I was pretty amazed by this ballsy choice for lunch and asked him what it was. "It’s a Metallica Burger", he muttered, “’cause it’s heavy as fuck”. That was enough for me and I trotted off to get myself one.
“Give us a Metallica Burger will ya” I squawked to the cafeteria lady ,and to my surprise she knew exactly what I was after and slid over the packet containing my new lunchtime adventure.
$2.50 and a gut full of carbs later I was heading back to class feeling pretty darn BITCHIN’!
On Fridays the local pub had a $1.05 roast lunch (sponsored by radio station B105). With only one of the class with a car it meant cramming everyone up to 9 of us into a small torana for a hair raising ride to the pub, (but that’s another bitchin’ story.) The rest of the week was spent in the cafeteria playing pool , eating chip and gravy sandwiches, and chatting up the fashion students.
It was on one of these days a fellow class mate asked for a bread roll with and a sausage roll, he proceeded to place the sausage roll onto a bread roll, squirt a liberal amount on of tomato sauce onto it and take a bite as if nothing unusual had just taken place, I was pretty amazed by this ballsy choice for lunch and asked him what it was. "It’s a Metallica Burger", he muttered, “’cause it’s heavy as fuck”. That was enough for me and I trotted off to get myself one.
“Give us a Metallica Burger will ya” I squawked to the cafeteria lady ,and to my surprise she knew exactly what I was after and slid over the packet containing my new lunchtime adventure.
$2.50 and a gut full of carbs later I was heading back to class feeling pretty darn BITCHIN’!
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Youthful bitchin'ness
A few of us were attending a meeting at a nice pub in Fitzroy, and Sarah found this coaster which had a biro drawing on it, presumably made by some little boy (?). She kept it because of the incredible PROTO-BITCHIN'NESS of the art. I'll let her explain it to you:"I based my assessment of proto-bitchin'ness on the presence of lightning bolt like shapes above the head of the main figure, the fact that the main figure appears to have safety pins protruding from its head and is holding a trident, but primarily because of the angular font of that appears to spell "Xyem". With a bit of work that font wouldn't look out of place on the cover of a heavy metal album."
I'd add that there appears to be a flying alien Grey (or is that a bitchin' skull?) wearing a crown in the top right corner. Does that "Xyem" have wheels on it? And is that some kind of bear sauntering away on the bottom right?
This may be the bitchin'est image yet seen on this blog.
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