Guess who don't sue OR I love "Booze" all.

Which high profile boxer/former world champ/bad boy did I just see get arrested for (allegedly) high range drink driving?
He was driving a Bentley no less...Pretty sure this is a feel some think world exclusive. When bad shit happens in the cross read it here first folks...This happened about nine minutes ago...

Vice Ice Baby

I don't know how those skinny, hipster, sexually ambiguous photo hounds for VICE magazine do it, sneaking up on unsuspecting victims of fashion and taking clear photos that perfectly depict their crimes. This guy was wearing a 1991 Vanilla Ice TOUR T-shirt! Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Perhaps I panicked at the opportunity but here is the evidence. The odd thing is how much those same skinny, hipster, sexually ambiguous vicesters would covet a T-shirt like this for its (thankfully) rarity and irony level.

The Medium is the Massage.

A while back I decided to hit one of those ubiquitous cheap massage places that populate the main street of Kings Cross. Just as I was about to lie down and receive some work on a sore shoulder I spied this sign. Point 5 Alarmed me. "Dislocation should be treated chiefly with Taxis"

So if these guys dislocate my shoulder their only response would be to call me a cab. Is this because my arm would be inoperable and I therefore would be unable to flag one myself?

Check out some of the other wacky rules these guys have...

Con-spiracy?

Converse has unleashed a stencil ad campaign on the streets on Kings Cross. Within a week though, a dedicated defacer stencilled up a response. (See before and after photo) the irony is that the company that did the original used paint that would wash off in a couple of weeks, one wonders if the Ad Terrorist was as considerate? Regardless, a dialogue has been created...

Broken Back Packer.

"I still haven't found what I'm looking for..." U2

Screw you Bono, I just did. After years of watching with amazement at the hordes of back packers who descend on my environs with enormous back packs, I found it. The mother of all ridiculously large backpacks. It has always astounded me that someone would want to travel around the world carrying a huge, heavy, dirty backpack on their back. Surely the world of backpacking is the natural domain for the phrase "pack light". But everyday I see travellers with inappropriately oversized bags. But this was different. This was the Moby Dick, the Grand Canyon, the holy grail of Back Packs. When I asked its owner, a Swede, why his pack was so big, he replied that he had "bought a lot of shit in Thailand". I didn't ask what, partly to be discreet but also because it was obvious. Sven had smuggled back a fucking baby elephant and was planning on raising him in Stockholm after sleeping with some loose Australian chicks Down Under.

I hope this photo does it justice. I know it doesn't. It blocked out the sun, such was its size I tell you...

Graf Down Unda Style.

There is a type of Graf style popular with young Indigenous people in Australia that I thought I might share with you. It has a lot of conventional touches that you see all over the world like the use of nicknames (Del-Del etc) and the crown but also always features a little depiction of the Aboriginal flag and is either "someone loves someone" or in this case 3 people just marking out that they hung out somewhere. I've always seen these growing up but the other day found myself fascinated by it...

ICE ONE MATE

You run a convenience store in Kings Cross, an area in the grip of an ICE or U.S-"Meth" drug plague. You sell frozen water in the shape of cubes which is commonly also known as ICE. You want people to know you have this service. Do you worry about the double meaning? Do you worry that deluded ICE freaks might try and take you up on the offer? No! You MS word up this baby and display it proudly. If the tweakers do come in looking to score, who knows, you might be able to sell them an energy drink or a four dollar apple...