
Happy Birthday to the Mayoress # 1 Chief Rocker, Miss Hayley Mei!
Love you China!

Happy Birthday to the Mayoress # 1 Chief Rocker, Miss Hayley Mei!
Love you China!

Remember those Friday nights when we'd all trickle down to Section 8 after work to kick off the weekend and yell requests at Mexi and drink $5 Melbourne Bitters and generally just smile heaps and sing-a-long to the Beastie Boys?
Those were the days.
And now that the weather isn't set to 'aids' and Mexi is playing at 8pm this Friday I'm proposing we bring it back.
I believe the beers still cost $5 and we still have priority seating in the back corner and the bouncers still like us and you should all come down after work and get your crew on. Old crew, new crew, big crew. The more the merrier.
I am sad to report that this will probably be one of the last three(?) times we see Mex grace the decks at Section 8, and whilst its not the proper farewell extravaganza they have planned later in the year, you should get onto it before it's too late.
Yay Life!

That was the best party I have been to in such a long time. Possibly ever.
Until the cops shut it down, why did they do that anyway?
Thanks Everfresh!

I can’t help but celebrate the Irony that I am about to write what I’m writing on a Blog.
There is a reasonably fantastic article by The Telegraph about the social norms being killed off by the increased prevalance of the internet, which I couldn't help but find inspirational when writing this post. Credit where credit is due, my girl Custards also got me going when quoted about Facebook: living and doing shit is even better than telling people you’re doing shit. Words from the wise.
The whole over-connected thing has been on my mind a lot lately after I got the shits because one person that I know 'in real life' was following two of my friends on twitter but not me. Which to start off with is pretty fucking juvenille but isn't it human nature to notice these things? Aren't you allowed to feel a bit jaded that they chose them but not you?
Twitter is like a billboard of social exclusion, an online public competition of how many friends you can rack up and snort and how many people validate your popularity back. All the while you 'follow' people you don’t know that if you 'followed' in real life you would be arrested for.
I am not Anti-Twitter at all, despite how it sounds, I am Twitter-Jaded that some bullshit social networking site can bring me back to high school. Read more

Tis the season.
Tis the season is the period after winter where you start saying 'yes' to life again.
You stop with the too cold/too broke/too tired/too whino complaining and start going out on Tuesday afternoons.
It is the turning point of the year when the sun shines and every pint of cider you drain brings you one step closer to summer.
It's the point that you stop counting calories and being depressed about your casper the friendly ghost skin, and instead count change to buy one last beer and start making the time to moisturise and give yourself a pedicure.
I would like to officially open tis the season for business. And credit Strorbz for introducing me to such a phenomenon.
Love you girls. Favela won't be the same without us all together!

Karl Largerfeld pictured here with Beth Ditto being a total fucking hypocrite.
'It's absurd, no one wants to see curvy women. You've got fat mothers with their bags of chips sitting in front of the television and saying thin models are ugly'
The same man that brought us the wisdom:
A respectable appearance is sufficient to make people more interested in your soul.
And lost 42kg in just over a year so he could fit into clothes by Heidi Slimane. Read more

No excuses, play like a champion. If you want to hate on this party or get all Melbourne jaded about how its not how it used to be please stay home.
If you don't know now you know.
Everybody needs to come out of the woodwork for this.
Come and see the last time Mexi will play a Favela before taking Hayley M to San Diego forever!
$5 Shots of Aqwa & Tequila before Midnight