Thanks Kelly, you're a darling
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
A Short Brooklyn Photo Essay
Brooklyn is a fav place of mine in the world and I was lucky enough to spend a few days there after the Gypsy Run, mainly because I missed my early Monday morning flight. And what a fantastic few days it was too, I got to hang out with one of my favourite people and partake in all that Brooklyn has to offer, the perfect end to a perfect weekend. And the best bit of all of course is that we are going back there on the 17th. This time I'm very tempted to miss my flight again and just not come home.














Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
The Gypsy Run 4: Pt 1
Oh.My.God.Awesome.Rad....um, that really kind of sums up this years Gypsy Run. What an amazing weekend I had, the pan was trailered out to the east coast by my good mate Jason (more about him later me thinks) so I got to ride it up and down dale in the sweet smelling beautiful countryside of upstate New York, Catskills and all. So good it was too, lots of friends new and old, camping, not washing, loads of glorious miles and sunshine, dodgy food, cold beers, campfires, a black beer crossing the road if front of me, rivers, bridges, hardly any cars, Woodstock, getting lost but it didn't really matter, and all of this organised by Walter and Fritz, love you blokes.























The Kestrel!
Ian Barry is a looker. I don't go that way if you know what I mean but I'm definitely not afraid to say it. HOT.
Serious Foot Injury.

OMG...so I'm up super early writing this blog post because I got up to get some water in the middle of the night and smashed my little toe into my guitar case at full speed as I had left it in the middle of the floor and it was really dark so I couldn't see it and now I think my toe is broken? Maybe not crazy broken where the bone is coming through the skin and shit, but it REALLY hurts and Annie keeps trying to put neosporin on it and it looks a little swollen and Im hoping the nail doesnt fall off and Maria thinks it might be sprained and when I told my Rosie she just kept coming out with all these stupid toe jokes. Any advice from you guys out there would be much appreciated as I don't like going to the doctors because they always find something else that is like life threatening or whatever.
Dean
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
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