A segment of Tom Jeppe's piece at the VCA Postgraduate Grad Show held in December 2011, entitled Idiot's Promenade.

       Cutting down a bay tree.

       Before and after landscaping.

       Bamboo Musik Flea Market, November '11.

       Michael manning my stall for a spell.

 Jeppe and Ra holding it down.

       Bell-Towers putting out the vibe.

        Suburban summer.

Nice door.

       Weekend in Sorrento, November 2011.

        Serene at the beach.

       Sheens checking out some shells.

       A shell.

       Sheenie.

       And the paving we helped Sheena's dad with. I'm slated for promotion.

       Alma Road, Caulfield North, corner of Orrong Road. 

       "I love jail bait all day."

       Banjo.

     
       I was at Port Melbourne Beach in November with a few buddies, one of whom
       was telling a story of how another friend had gotten into a car accident that day.
       One of the buddies in our group at the beach was having trouble picturing the
       car accident, so I decided to draw him a diagram in the sand.
     
       As I was clearing a canvas in the sand with my hand, I felt a prick. I investigated
       the area and figured it must've just been a sharp shell or something. I looked at my
       right hand and saw a little bit of blood. I then noticed in the sand I had cleared was
       this discarded syringe (pictured above). Everyone let out a collective "uh-oh."
     
       My friend Ed asked his dad who's a doctor, and he said I needn't be worried. The
       likelihood of contracting anything is extremely low, especially seeing as though I
       didn't know whether I'd actually been pricked by this syringe, which it must be
       noted, didn't have its needle attached either.

       I did eventually manage to draw out the accident scene as my friend Tommy had
       described it, and Ed was able to understand the circumstances of the story.

       My friend Sean.

      
       I took my mum's dog for a walk around the streets of Flemington and I came across
       this electrical substation that abutted the train line. In 1997 when I was thirteen
       years old, my friend Sean died there. He was thirteen too. He was climbing up
       the building at the time and slipped, managing only to cling on to the high voltage
       live wire that electrocuted him.
     
       As I passed this place with my mum's dog, I noticed a memorial had been erected.
       Upon closer inspection, I read that it was not for Sean, but for another person who
       had died there a year earlier.

This is the Herald Sun article about Sean's death, published in September 1997.

       Lennox Street.

       The top photo is the house where Michael, Rohan and Kiah and I lived for a year

       and a half from 2008. The picture was taken in September 2009. 

       The bottom photo was taken in November 2011. 

       This is my friend Brendan in October in his studio with some of his sculptures,
       in the few days prior to his first solo exhibition at Tolarno Galleries. Onya matey.
       brendanhuntley.com, www.tolarnogalleries.com.

Sheenie feigning self-harm.

       Sheens and I went to this bogan-themed bingo night fundraiser for The Avenue
       Child Care Centre at the St Kilda Town Hall in October. It was a pretty funny night.
       I ended up winning the auction on this football signed by both Brad and Chris
       Scott, coaches of North Melbourne and Geelong football clubs respectively.
       What a steal for $150.

       My mum's dog Lola needed a wash. What a cutie.

       P.I.M.P. On Royal Parade.

       I started a new job in October. Gardening. It's been a treat working outdoors,
       learning about plants and seeing some beautiful gardens. Top crew too.

The fruits of my labour.