VON NIQUE NEEDLES JR. FOTOS: SAMUEL F. THORNE
Den weltweit einzigartigen Punk-Pub Crawl könnt ihr euch in etwa so vorstellen wie eine alkoholisierte Reise durch Oz, in der ihr mit Mike dem feigen Löwen und Garry dem Blechmann gegen den Polizisten des Westens kämpft. Das klang nach so viel Spaß, dass wir unseren Freund Nique baten, darüber zu schreiben. Wir haben beschlossen, seinen Bericht im Original zu lassen, um euch an der geheimnisvollen Schönheit der australischen Sprache teilhaben zu lassen. Viel Spaß!
„Got to fang out with all me mates today at the pub crawl. Falmin Galahs. Fuckin’ happy as pigs in mud. Oi… Mike and Garry the cunts were well maggott’d and on about their new band they shoulda asked me to be in. No time anyway. Got on for young and old with the missus, turfed on me arse, and been short as hell on coin. Now I’m living in a squat with no idiot box but fuck it. After six pints I didn’t care about nothin’ anyway. Viv’s band Rancid Hands gigged the Rochester and fuckin’ nailed it. They played “Stupid Dickhead” and “You Got A Buck?” and we chucked beer and food at ’em. Then I spewed up guts half on Elizabeth St. half on Fred. Fucking brilliant I reck’n coz then I was free to get full as a Goog when Noleen tossed me arse on a tram to the city. Mate, the commuters had a shit! Off the tram, one of the fellas didn’t chuck his pint and the coppers saw. Fuckin’ best Punk Pub Crawl in history ’cept for these rough-as-guts pigs who went hammer-and-tongs bananas. Straight in me fucking mug with that capsicum shit! Hurt more’n gettin’ a rod shoved up the dick. Stan, Nick, and Dave got into a barney and hauled off to fair dinks but I shut my gob coz I don’t need any more fuckin’ trouble.“
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Sid und Noleen haben eine „bonza“ Zeit in Rochester.
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Duncan wird an der Tramstation festgenommen.
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