
What can I say here.
Every blog needs one.
Give me a break.
http://www.who.int/mediacentre/factsheets/fs311/en/index.html
Since living down here in Melbourne I've found there is dress code. From what I might of found myself wearing in Sydney when leaving the house back in Chippendale will not cut it. Now that the mornings are getting colder I can get away with wearing a jacket to work without sweating to death before I reach the office.
I can't wait to loose some more weight so I can step out in a Hugo Boss Suit (that's if I get that pay rise one day) or even try and fit into the two suit that hang in the wardrobe at the moment. I must admit that I have become kind of a slob when it comes to dressing for work. Hopefully with the influence of the people of Melbourne I maybe able to look sharp again.
Yes in my youth (my late teens) I used to dress in suites & ties listening to the Who or the Jam. We called ourselves MODS but even then I was a fairly untidy MOD. I preferd being a punk wearing a leather jacket and big heavy boots with buzz-cut haircut. Much like the haircut I have now as I'm going bald these days. That seems so long ago now, I miss it sometimes but happy with what life has given me.
Picture 1- Men march outside Flinders Street Station
Picture 2- more men marching
Picture 3 - Youth March across the bridge near Flinder St Station.
Picture 4 -Old men in Old cars
Picture 5 - Love this, Crowd, man with dog.
Picture 6 - More men marching
Picture 7 - More men marching
Picture 8- It's almost like Mardi Gras.
Picture 9 - Now that a real Mardi Gras shot.
Picture 10 - Army drummer boys













