OWL PARTY: A MASSIVE BIG UPS!

So I'd like to think the party was banging yes? Other than the filth closing it down at 1am! How very dare they...don't they know who I am? But seriously, there were no dramas, no fights, no broken bottles, no tears...everyone acted like grown ups and got dirty on the dance floor...just the way an owl likes it.

So over $2500 was raised and I have decided to give the cash to Project Medishare. A charity that is trying to achieve quality healthcare for all Haiti earthquake victims. You can peep their website here

I'd like to give a MASSIVE GIANT HUGE thank you to....Chris Hemingway - My party organiser. My idol. My buddy. The man cut down trees, built an Owl archway, turfed an entire backyard, built a 'chill' tent, made a living room in the garden with pictures hanging off the hedges and made an owl tree. All in 41 degree heat. I love you mate, you are just plain fucking awesome.

And all you sexual beings that are the owlettes! I loved meeting you all and this has inspired for a whole new project! I still haven't slept from last night and I may just drop off my perch any second so I'll be off. Stay tuned for the photos my darlings.

Peace out x

OBNOXIOUS OWL PARTY

Yeah so what was supposed to be a small get together for all my rad Perth readers has turned into quite the extravaganza! Not that I'm complaining. During the planning process the horrible earthquake hit HAITI and I decided, along with my good friend Chris Hemingway (stay tuned to the blog to meet the geezer) to do my bit and help out - every little helps after all.

There will be beer, a Jamaican food van that Hemingway tracked down at the recent RaggaMuffin Festival, owl cupcakes, a pretty impressive music line up, prizes and much much more! I don't want to give too much away in my excitement but you would be mad not to join us. PLUS I wanna meet you all face to face! Just don't ask for any advice...I might not be in the right state of mind to give it and you'll end up looking more like Coco the clown than Coco Chanel.

Bloody love ya xx

Take my advice...I don't use it anyway. Part trente-trois

TRY AND GIVE TO SOME SORT OF CHARITY - However small. But research your charities because there alot of sharks out there. You may think your $$$ are going to an Ethiopian orphan named Ben but it may be going to line the pockets of some fuck wit with no soul.

IF YOU ARE GOING FOR THE ROCKABILLY, 1950 PIN UP LOOK, THEN DON'T SKIMP ON THE GROOMING - The 50's were all about grooming. Yeah so you have a sleeve tattoo, wear a red bandanna and smear red lippie across your face - but your greasy hair, crumpled clothes and ill fitting underwear make you look more tramp than vamp.

GO EASY ON LEARNER DRIVERS - If there ever was a 'FML' situation, it's being a learner driver. Seriously. Give them a break. Yeah, they really want to piss you off when they are petrified at an intersection and aren't sure whether to go or not, so by hooting at them and getting all road rage about it, is exactly the kind of reaction they love. You were there too once.

RED BULL IS NOT BREAKFAST - Don't do it to yourself.

JUST BECAUSE YOUR BOYFRIEND DOESN'T TELL ALL GIRLS WHO COME ON TO HIM TO 'FUCK OFF' DOES NOT MEAN HE WILL CHEAT ON YOU - It just means he is a nice guy. Talking to them politely and having a chat is fine! Swopping digits and putting his hand up her skirt is not. You know deep down if he is a douche bag, so get rid of him if you know he is. Otherwise, don't stand next to him like a bloody bodyguard.

ANYTHING ON THE MENU THAT HAS CREAM IN IT OR IS DESCRIBED AS 'CREAMY' WILL MAKE YOU A LARD ASS - A minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.

psssst....Obnoxious Owl party on the 27th Feb...pencil it in xx