Racking up the frequent flyer points this week is Australia's Number One Johnny Cash Showband - Walking The Line - as it travels over to Western Australialand to perform at Boyupbrook on Friday Night for Harvey Dickson's Country Music Show. Google it, Boogle it, stick it up your arse and Floogle it but you must see Boyupbrook before you dye your hair. Come over with us or, one day, when you're old and retired and you have a whole box of colostomy bags and underdak liners, put in your best teeth, don your best socks and sandals, then get in the camper van and drive to Boyupbrook for a Harvey Dickson Country Music Festival.  All I can add to that is - when you do get there, you'll wonder why you never went sooner. It is something from another world dropped down on this planet. OOooOOOOooOOOOoooOOOOOOoooOOOOOooOOOOOoo0 (that was a scary space noise).

Honky Tonk Angels - the Loretta Lynn show has also been racking up the frequent driver points having completed a show for the Northern Country Music Assoc mob at Port Pirie. And there's a fine bunch of folk you'd be happy to go back to - if they asked us!  They should.... I didn't do anything particularly offensive. That I can recall.

 Sunday, Sept 27, get your sorry arses down to the Wine Underground for the first showing of the New!! Improved! ... now with hydrohexachlorifine BLUES AVENUE... with added drums. Yes, Rob Eyers reckons he can do a better job of the rythm parts than James and The Preacher did with their foot-pedal operated percussion junk and good fukken luck to him if he can... he'll see how hard it is to keep time with me! My metronome is always set to "random" and I still can't get anywhere near the click. Anyway, it goes, it goes, it goes 5 to 8 pm, and costs a mere trifle to get in. If you haven't got a trifle bring a Vienetta or a Golden North Double Chocolate tub but don't bring a creamed fukken rice pudding, I have to live on that crap while my teeth are getting repaired after something happened to them in Port Pirie. Hmmm... Now it's coming back to me about that Honky Tonk Angels gig... something to do with a poo and a handbag, or a hat... and a there was something going on with a tea urn and a pissing contest ... Oh No. Oh Nooooo.

Ah, well, that's all in the past, now, So... what else is happening? Well, I draw to your attention once again that very soon, Sunday October 18, The Surf will roll into the Gov. If you don't believe me, click here !. There will be stomping and shouting and there will be a tsunami of incestuous brotherly and sisterly love, and a frottaging of cousins, there will be a blowing of The Conch, there will be a lifting of the Mu-Mu, a creaming of the nose-zinc and a bouncing of the shaggin' waggins, a waxing of the plank, a wiping out of the cistern, and a Brazilian in the *Rio's. And if I have one more thing to say about it this week its: COWA-FUKKEN-BUNGA!

 PS. * I know that the apostrophe after Rio is not correct but I have deferred to Interweb Inglish and Grandma to support a lame pun.  The Rios in question being a item of ladies' under-apparrel. And the Brazilian is a clever shaving of the twattal pubal area... what? Oh.  I'm sorry. Of course I don't need to explain that.