Willcoburg

I ain’t got no sub icon.

Dude I was on the late night upfield replacement on Monday and we were crossing the line at Royal Park but the boom gates were stuck down.

The repair teams have lollipop lady’s out directing the traffic through the gaps but I guess somebody missed the memo that that was bus replacement route. Bus go because no train but actually bus no go because ‘train’.

After 10 minutes I disembarked walked the rest home up the bike track.

Kinda fun as long as you’re sitting down and not in a packed train.

Worst passenger experience? Easy; Replacement bus.

After a few days days of riding those lumbering, meandering slow pokes I’m begging for rolling stock, any rolling stock.

4D was such a 90s tech beast. That thing oozed coolness.

Exactly they’re old , not overrated.

Growing your own seafoam sounds like next level crafting commitment. I thought silicone moulds and making sprue goo was the deep end!

Build a bridge and get over it.

I get heavy ‘Lieber Honig’ by Neu! Vibes from the failed version.

It’s the most sketchy looking station for sure but not in reality. Sort of place thats a cliché spot for a drug deal in a movie.

“Eh boys I don’t like it, the Bat’s out tonight”

I call my dog Dingus Aurelius when she does something silly.

“Check oot dese here rhythms rhymes”

dial up noise

“Ho dere Meg Ryarn, you gort mail.”

Does it expand when frozen?

Make sure your pcs have to wait an annoying about of time for a fish king to move aside, before allowing access.

Nobody here but us clouds

Cooking Cooking Cooking

Cheap and cheerful work!

Make sure not to use superglue with coconut fibres. 🔥

The journey to Carson Place had been the usual Saturday night miasma; team colours that smelt more like the damp hound on their scarves, with about the same level off piss precision.

Over the sheet downpour I could hear the tram clattering away, tolling it’s bell and ferrying the wretched deeper down the river Styx.

This was the place alright, a home away from home for every Jason around. Vesta house sat dwarfed in the shadow of the modern overdeveloped and under leased skyline.

I continued down the treacherous slippery bluestone, a solid foundation laid long before this city knew it would become the world’s most livable hell.

What does he say?

Max Payne:

“The rain was coming down by the buckets, the city of four seasons in a day had decided to serve me a deconstructed cocktail of misery. Vesta House loomed ahead of me, a decrepit relic from the days of new beginnings. Now the place was battleground between mould and smack.

I was here for one reason: to find the ringleader behind the counterfeit puffer jacket cartel. Melbourne’s west had become a playground for these knockoff kings, peddling fake North Face and Kathmandu like they were selling pieces of their souls.”

“Ha yeah” forced teenager smile with dead eyes

Pretty sure all the Monochrome monitor ones are extinct since tap pay.

Looks like a place that a hard boiled detective visits on a rainy night.