Nesh rocks the southern hemisphere.....
Last friday saw the conclusion of one of the biggest parties to hit the southern hemisphere since Jeyalalitha's re-election.....
Twas Nesh's 22nd......and do not be fooled by the seemingly innoccous coonotations of a 22nd birthday party.....Tis Nesh we're talking about.....
The hip-shaking, bum-jiggling, tequila-crunching retromambo puff-daddy of clayton town.....
See wha' uh mean.....
And it was no ordinary party....Starting from DJ H-to the-A-to the-RAN....
All the way from the rural township of Adeleide to spin some of his Chillout Farm hits.....You've heard of DJ's whose forte is House music....well, DJ H-A-RAN plays Barn...
DJ H-A-RAN demonstrating how to work the latest from his range of DJ equipment.....
The Emperor's New Turntable......if you can't see it, hey...tis your fault aiight...
Earnest pupil Breakmaster vOn G follows in hope but can't quite grasp the bass-pedal-in-the-armpit technique that the master so expertly utilises....
Ba-da-da-chickichicki...da chicki-da chicki-chicki da-loopy loopy-grind grind-bada-chicky-dang dang!!..............(Haran if you don't remember that i'll skin you)
Some of the goings-on that night were a tad difficult to explain....
Like this game of advanced S-paper scissors/paper/stone....a skill that comes only with a blood alcohol conc. of near cirrhotic levels....
Oh yah.....There were a few sane people at the party as well....
Emil who decided, for a change, to stay on the other end of the open bottle....and did an expert job of tending the bar....
Am who arrived, posed, looked pretty and then just walked into a wall and vanished.....
Oh and yours truly still recovering from a nasty battle with a lawn mower which i very visibly lost....
And of course the usual suspects.....
The Incredible Hulk...demonstrating his absolute inability to take a conventional photo....
and of course, Sunit....The Bear, The Legend.....in all his primal glory...
Whose single handed consumption that night of half of Moscow's vodka stores were matched only by the guttural war cries of "Hazbullah" that preceeded each dose of that consumption....as is plainly visible....
And this would probably be an oppurtune moment to introduce the latest addition to the clan....the new PR at our house...whose Dad was starting to wonder why he was paying rent for her own place....
World....meet Gayathri...or Gaya as she is known....Nesh and Jereme's relief teaching colleague at TJ and my long lost friend reunited in Melbourne....
And yeah...get used to this face....
As always all good things in this country seem to come to a very messy, pukey end....and this was no exception.....For all the medics at the party it was work experience of the very best kind....
Aaah...the sweet smell of half digested dinner.....
Next to come....The Marfan Show- the same party as seen through someone else's night....
Watch this space.....
Twas Nesh's 22nd......and do not be fooled by the seemingly innoccous coonotations of a 22nd birthday party.....Tis Nesh we're talking about.....
The hip-shaking, bum-jiggling, tequila-crunching retromambo puff-daddy of clayton town.....
See wha' uh mean.....
And it was no ordinary party....Starting from DJ H-to the-A-to the-RAN....
All the way from the rural township of Adeleide to spin some of his Chillout Farm hits.....You've heard of DJ's whose forte is House music....well, DJ H-A-RAN plays Barn...
DJ H-A-RAN demonstrating how to work the latest from his range of DJ equipment.....
The Emperor's New Turntable......if you can't see it, hey...tis your fault aiight...
Earnest pupil Breakmaster vOn G follows in hope but can't quite grasp the bass-pedal-in-the-armpit technique that the master so expertly utilises....
Ba-da-da-chickichicki...da chicki-da chicki-chicki da-loopy loopy-grind grind-bada-chicky-dang dang!!..............(Haran if you don't remember that i'll skin you)
Some of the goings-on that night were a tad difficult to explain....
Like this game of advanced S-paper scissors/paper/stone....a skill that comes only with a blood alcohol conc. of near cirrhotic levels....
Oh yah.....There were a few sane people at the party as well....
Emil who decided, for a change, to stay on the other end of the open bottle....and did an expert job of tending the bar....
Am who arrived, posed, looked pretty and then just walked into a wall and vanished.....
Oh and yours truly still recovering from a nasty battle with a lawn mower which i very visibly lost....
And of course the usual suspects.....
The Incredible Hulk...demonstrating his absolute inability to take a conventional photo....
and of course, Sunit....The Bear, The Legend.....in all his primal glory...
Whose single handed consumption that night of half of Moscow's vodka stores were matched only by the guttural war cries of "Hazbullah" that preceeded each dose of that consumption....as is plainly visible....
And this would probably be an oppurtune moment to introduce the latest addition to the clan....the new PR at our house...whose Dad was starting to wonder why he was paying rent for her own place....
World....meet Gayathri...or Gaya as she is known....Nesh and Jereme's relief teaching colleague at TJ and my long lost friend reunited in Melbourne....
And yeah...get used to this face....
As always all good things in this country seem to come to a very messy, pukey end....and this was no exception.....For all the medics at the party it was work experience of the very best kind....
Aaah...the sweet smell of half digested dinner.....
Next to come....The Marfan Show- the same party as seen through someone else's night....
Watch this space.....
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