FILE THIS ONE UNDER "THIS IS PARADISE . . . . WELCOME TO THE PHANTOM'S LAIR"
First met the Phantom twenty five years ago, he was shaping boards for the local surf community in the middle of the Goldy, we serviced his bike and we'd swap tales about bands and gigs, mates we had in common and the shit that pissed us off, great dude, grounded like a rock and quick as a very quick thing . . . . time moved on, things got tough and he decided to make the move to the hills south of the Coast, bought a block of land, built himself a home, a shaping/spraying/glassing shed, outdoor shitter, outdoor shower, veggie garden, chooks, recycling turds into brilliant fertilizer, nothing wasted, everything gained, including his soul . . . . living life on his terms and not motivated by the almighty dollar alone . . . . the Phantom says, 'always listen for the sound of jungle drums'.
whhoah dogster! what a cool place to live, it really strikes a chord with me that some people have the get-go to make a life for themselves like your mucker, very, very cool, just a couple of questions, why do you need a log burning stove in oz? does it ever get cold? and i'm digging the outside dunny, but what about the spiders? [i'm not an arachnophobic myself, just couldn't be doing with mr's b giving it the lungs in the middle of the fucking night because there's a dirty gurt spidder in the shitter!]
ReplyDeleteLovey dearest, it does get chilly enough in 'winter' here to warrant some form of warming device, especially in Chris' uninsulated love shack, it's just that you'd still be walking around in the naughty, naked nude . . . as for spiders mate, huntsmen are big and harmless, redbacks are easily kept at bay and if you encounter a funnelweb in the yard, it's too late to worry . . .
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