Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Burning rubber, petrol and timber
A poor driver bent our clothesline. Brute human strength straightened the pole a little. We were finally granted an excuse to tie a motorbike to something and rev. This short movie evinces our attempt.
Glynn and I gathered firewood from around the neighborhood and carried it back to construct our bonfire on Scrivener Street.
Steve's fire-skills were in short supply so the handy can came out.
Jenny dragged K.P. around by a stick.
And then Steve spanked him while the fire grew.
In the end, our wild instincts reigned and Glynn was snapped here impersonating a possum.