While procrastinating over finishing a longer article, I’ve been clearing through some unfinished posts from last year. First, this gem from 10 October 2004:
And anyone who drones on to me about how they’re going to leave the country better be prepared to meet my wager of $100 that they will still be here a year later.
However, I’m not totally useless at prognostication. Also from October last year:
I forsee that this blog will perpetually be caught in a boom-bust cycle of updates.
Finally, here are a couple of pictures from an unfinished third instalment reviewing the contents of the Yooralla Box. First, a closeup of the front cover of the LP Judy Garland on the Radio, showing Judy’s scary Ellen-Foley-cocaine-black-hole nostrils to full effect.
Next, a prize photo of Barry Crocker’s crotch, from his fine LP No Regrets. Note the white jacket, belt buckle, and the two guys in the background doing the “Allen Ginsberg in Subterranean Homesick Blues” schtick. I particularly like the scuffing on the cover around Bazza’s trouser area – one passionate owner.
More intriguing: maybe it’s the magic of long-lost 1970s trouser technology, but Barry does not appear to be a man who has much use for the golden section:
No wonder he looks pensive, but, non, il ne regrette rien.
He's checking out his super-sharp trouser creases! I'm mighty envious (we don't have an iron).
Now you mention it, you could slice hardboiled eggs on those trousers. It takes more than a flimsy iron to make a crease that sharp: you need a full-on Singer CSP1 Steam Press for that professional edge.
He must be looking down so he doesn't cut any small children who may be playing nearby. "Looking sharp, Bazza! No, really sharp, keep back, AAAAARRRRGGHHH!!!"
Do not run while carrying Barry Crocker.