Published on March 2nd, 2016 | by Boris
Did anyone else giggle like a little girl when they heard Victoria’s chief commissioner of police, Graham ‘Where’s My Concentration?’ Ashton was nailed for 108km/h in a 100 zone? I did. In fact, I sounded more... Read More →
Published on March 1st, 2016 | by Boris
My testicles, as you can imagine, are important to me. They still function remarkably well, remain cancer-free, and help to handsomely fill out my underpants without the aid of rolled-up socks. I am, in every sense... Read More →
Published on January 8th, 2016 | by Boris
Did you miss me? I’m only asking out of politeness, because the field where I grow all the rats’ arses I give about your concerns remains as barren as ever. But it’s been a while since... Read More →
Published on March 20th, 2015 | by Boris
Have you ever felt more alive than shortly after you’ve almost died? When every fibre of your love-handled being crackles and thrums with affirmed life, and all the world’s colours are suddenly brighter? Fluffy endogenous opioids... Read More →
Published on February 5th, 2014 | by Boris
I’m all for you wearing fluoro vests. The more fluoro-ey the better, I reckon. I would even encourage you to get pants, helmets and gloves to match. And no, painting your bike neon orange is not a bridge too far. It is the logical extension... Read More →
Published on January 14th, 2014 | by Boris
If you’ve ever wanted to see absolute power corrupt absolutely, just look north of the Tweed River... Read More →
Published on November 25th, 2013 | by Boris
It seems like a type of paranoid dumbness has gripped our masters of late. I am concerned that the amount of tongue-drool left upon the windows of the Queensland parliament will never wash off. I know... Read More →
Published on August 25th, 2013 | by Boris
Once upon a time, I carried a tool roll on my motorcycle. This tool roll contained many useful items. It had screwdrivers, spanners, a pair of shifters, some electrical tape, a plug spanner, and if shit... Read More →
Published on July 30th, 2013 | by Boris
I know this may wound some of the sensitive, limpid-eyed souls among you, but we are not one big happy motorcycling family. We are not brothers of the handlebars, and we are not some cheery fraternity... Read More →
Published on March 6th, 2013 | by Boris
Your products have allowed me to experience the full gamut of human emotion – from murderous black despair, to a joy so intense I am sure I must have sprouted extra glee-glands to deal with it... Read More →
