I Fit a Profile Last Sunday

I was driving in Cherry Beach when a car watched me go by and altered its course to follow me. I drove around a blind corner, parked up and waited. Sure enough 30 seconds later it rounded the corner too, real slow like, and pulled up beside me.

I put down my window, “what’s up man?” and now he’s stopped, silently staring, then says, “you selling?” and makes a motion like he’s smoking. Shake my head no. He pulls away, and below is him turning around for a second pass at me, and it’s a stare-off.

Guess my car and I fit the profile of a dealer.

 

Just a Minute – No More Studio



Ahhh the studio, such good memories. Hi from Cherry Beach, love it here. I come here frequently and have for a long time.

There’s a punk bank who wrote a song about here, Career Suicide’s song Cherry Beach. And do you know what a Cherry Beach Express is?   I know, right?!  I’ve blogged about it before, on this day.  There’s even a song about it by The Pukka Orchestra, here’s the YouTube link. It was a Canadian chart hit in 1984, ha.

Sorry about how it’s hard to make out all my words here, being sick makes it hard to annunciate.

For those just meeting me, “my studio is my caaaaar” was a line I sung in my intro to my show.  See below for that.

To India for a Night

Smirnoff threw 14 parties simultaneously around the world Saturday, 2 cities each trading cultures… us with India.  Click here to see photos of their Toronto party, they did great.  Last time I was at a Smirnoff party was the Windsor Arms, but as a security guard not guest.

For better party pics and posts, click over to the blogs of the below Blondetourage:

Casie Lauren Carly Raymi

A fake eyelash night.  Later in the evening I misplaced my chin.

Thanks for a great night, Smirnoff it was a classy affair.