THE KING AND I – PART THREE
December 29th, 2013 | by Boris
The sun was shining, the King was thrumming his baritone notes at the world, and I was hoping a wasp wouldn’t lance me in the face with its arse-knife and shit-up my day
December 29th, 2013 | by Boris
The sun was shining, the King was thrumming his baritone notes at the world, and I was hoping a wasp wouldn’t lance me in the face with its arse-knife and shit-up my day
December 22nd, 2013 | by Boris
Good police work could now be replaced with sheer intimidation, harassment, the reversal of the onus of proof and all that pesky civil liberties stuff that confounds police forces the world over. The Queensland Police were now free to live the Thug Life
December 20th, 2013 | by Boris
“Our personal past is only available to us now through black-and-white film, it's a medium for communication with the dead, including our dead selves, the way we used to be, which is why we're drawn to it.”
December 17th, 2013 | by Boris
“When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top, He cried: "Woe to my knowledge! I intended to see good white lands, And bad black lands— But the scene is grey.”
December 16th, 2013 | by Boris
There is no understanding rat-bikes or their owners.They just are. Acceptance is all that is required
December 16th, 2013 | by Boris
Thou shalt bling. It is in the rules. A motorcycle does not truly become yours until you make it yours by giving it a little of yourself. Go forth and customise
December 16th, 2013 | by Boris
I had a sparkling Harley-Davidson Road King between my legs. I had a leave pass. I had a bit of money in my pocket. I was not wanted by the police for anything. And I was catching up with killers