January 25, 2011

November last year we shot a short film called PAM, set against a post-apocalyptic backdrop, it is the story of a circumstantial hero who’s ward is a young boy who possesses a coveted prize. Was a fun job to work on with some of the most talented people I have met, it was a great couple of weeks. Read the rest of this entry »


Rad Day.

January 24, 2011

I was invited to the Air-Cooled M.C. Christmas party down in Mornington about an hour and a bit down the coast from Melbourne. The gathering took place on one of the boy’s properties, a property filled with all toys desirable and packed with a fun park of tracks and trials courses to test the toys. It even has a small speedway. What a fun day. Read the rest of this entry »

I Have An Idea.

January 24, 2011

Could be a new Old Spice commercial – “Now look at me. I’m on fire…” Read the rest of this entry »

Not For The Squeamish.

January 24, 2011

So, one of my not-so-new obsessions is taxidermy, and late last year I was able to get near a week in a shed with David Luxford, renowned taxidermist, and now good friend. I will spare you the squirmier photos, but after getting past the initial shock of pushing needle and thread through undeniable dermis in an endeavour to revive beauty of this now departed creature, it was quite a blast; a phase, I assure you, this is not. Read the rest of this entry »

And Yet Another…

January 24, 2011

Yes, it’s a ’62 T bird, a half-finished project that was shuffled out the door to make room for another. So many nice motors everywhere! Having so little to finish on this, I would have definitely pounced, had I the cash and if I wasn’t already flush with half finished motors. Read the rest of this entry »

44′ BSA M20.

January 24, 2011

It’s been a while friends, I have ventured away, life’s fete has popped up ducks and I have been steadily firing, sometimes hitting and sometimes missing. Anyway…

From this blog, it may seem like my brain is a 2-stroke at full noise, I assure you it isn’t. However, I do like things that go bang and how can you look past an object of such undeniable beauty? I ask you, dear chickens: how? Read the rest of this entry »