Moron of the moment: Cycling up Ferntree Gully road around 09:40, here it comes from the side road, white Falcon panel-van, blue sign-writing, window down, driver’s elbow out, phone in hand, brain in neutral, yacking away, half-way out through the Give-Way sign.
“PUT THE PHONE DOWN!” I yell as I swerve around the bonnet.
A blast on the horn and a scream of abuse, I continue up the hill. A squeal of tyres and he tears up behind me, swerves into the next side street, stops and keeps swearing. I look over my shoulder, “PUT THE PHONE DOWN!” I call again, he points and screams “I’ll F’en this and F’en that, you F’en c***.” Another squeal of tyres and he’s gone, a u-turn across six lanes, disappearing off down the hill.
This evening — Henry Rollins…
Where do you start? The man is amazing. We walked in the door at ten past eight and he was already going at full throttle. Three hours later to the second, he stopped. Full bore to a dead stop. Three hours of intense, driving, monologue.
He didn’t seem quite as unrehearsed as , there was more of a feel that this was just one show of many. Topics ranged far and wide as usual — for Henry to pick on the Iraq war was like shooting fish in a barrel, a eulogy for Joe Strummer and the Ramones, a side-splitting story of the first-ever Ramones gig he attended as a teenager…
Stuff
- http://www.mrpumpy.net/: Cycle touring, mostly in SE Asia.
- http://www.thepaper.org.au/: The Paper, an independent newspaper/zine.
- http://www.sleepybrain.net/bike.html: “Rebecca Cannon was recently knocked off her bicycle on a Melbourne road. She wants sweet killer revenge. Strap on your helmet and get ready to rock.
