This morning I went and got a new mullet, I mean haircut (seriously, I could show him a picture of a shaved head and I'd still get a mullet), and after that serp and I went to breakfast on Bridge Rd. We found a random cafe and escaped the enthusastic shoppers in denial about their jean size to theempty courtyard out the back. I was flicking through a bashed up old Cleo magazine and came across a feature article on beating off. It was on where, what, what props, what room etc etc. Then I showed serp and we spent the next hour and a half discussing the finer points of beating off and the weird ways in which people get up to it. There was this one guy in the magazine who got a plastic bag and put half melted butter in it and beat off that way. We had to stop then because someone came out and sat down but I havent laughed so much in ages. Then I went through the awful process of buying a t-shirt because I was hot and then I had to face my body in changeroom mirrors (I SWEAR they are designed to make you look like shit) and everything made me look like a dumpy sausage. Then I managed to find a white bonds one which is passable I guess. Then I went and visited my Mum who has been back from Bali for a week and still very sick :/ Bali belly apparently but it's taking too long to go away and I'm all worried but she's telling me not to be.
Anyway I found my Dads super-8 camera while I was there, with some unused film and also some developed one which he'd kept in the envelope addressed to him. I started getting emotional then, holding that little reel in my hand. Tomorrow I'll head to the market and see if I can find a super 8 projector.
"Beating off."
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