Don't befriend your family on Facebook
Have just got off the phone from calling up a mate to abuse the crap out of him, thoroughly bringing his Saturday night party buzz down.

Meredith Music Festival is the scene. In the interests of brevity, I'll break it down to three dot points:

1. Met a young'un, who was very much up for it.
2. It rained sideways for the whole three days.
3. I brought my own vehicle along.

Well, this pretty much sorts itself, thinks I. However, I've clearly neglected a vital consideration

4. Never trust a munted pervert with a camera.

Our 'official photographer' has finally posted the festival photos he took onto Facebook. Only took a scant 5 months to achieve, but hey, the busy schedules of part-time uni students/'pharmaceutical distributors' are clearly not to be trifled with.

In amongst the photos of all of us wandering around looking like half-drowned rats with eyes like saucers, is a particularly eye-catching presentation snapped from outside the rear window of my car. It's not a good look.

No one should ever have to see their own HBMA. More to the point, no-one's Mum should ever see her son's HBMA.

Thank god I've already opted out of Sunday roast with the family tomorrow. There's a few topics of conversation best avoided.
(Chewy Walrus says: It's slobberin' time!, Sat 25 Apr 2009, 13:31, 3 replies)

your HBMA?
Hierarchical block-matching algorithm?
I'm drawing a blank.
(jennymnemonic, Sat 25 Apr 2009, 13:34, closed)

from Bill Hicks
Hairy bobbing man arse
*shudder*
(Chewy Walrus says: It's slobberin' time!, Sat 25 Apr 2009, 13:35, closed)