Opened fine! Great singing guys.....you must be " The 3 New Tenors".
Try clicking on play, rewind etc buttons...that's how I got it to work. Didn't work the first time.
"Pedastool" - the antithesis of "PedaTOOL" Yes lower grades, the other two G1s CAN type - and READ (sp.REED?....). Who do you think stays up nights on end editing Frank's typos, spelling and grammatical extravagence down to something palatable for thee-of-lower-gradeth. So come up from your PedaTOOLS and rejoice lower G's - don't resort to cheap shots and ridicule.......
Hi Rob Ouch - the gloves came straight off then Virg. Howdi Rob - yep, i was a regular reader from journal one. Great stuff - loved it! I think i even recall being part of the cheer squad that farewelled the lads at the airport, way back in '86 - and apart from Frank attaining a build that is more appropriate considering his lifestyle and his height, they haven't changed a bit.
Been sitting here racking my brain as to whom JC -Adelaide is- finally realised it is my Beautiful James- How the hell are you?Have you been reading these blogs all along without comment?How many more silent readers are there out there?
Anyway V - you look like a real groovy chick- Joe wilson- what were you thinking with those shorts!
hey you newcomer So JC, after seemingly years of no communication you pipe up in the city of churches no less!!!!! Surely you recognise the trademark red scarf and v. groovy trousers - actually I have just remembered maybe you were brain damaged from too many Norths rugby games and beers after.
ATB
VL (still can be scary if required!)
Cal? Is it Caroline - what's Terry doing? Sorry to see the end of the blog - if in fact it has ended. The "Busters Blog" brought a little ray of sunshine to my long grey winter (and probably a bit of autumn and spring as well) in Berlin. My only complaint, dates back to a very early blog, after some photos of Virg "scarfing down a couple of breakies", elicited a response that that threatened F. with death and other scary stuff. I expected a good 'ol skirmish, a bit of online fisticuff, but all that followed was some limp-wristed pretendy comment from Lucy and Zac that uncle frank was a nerd. Mellowing in our old age are we?? Very disappointing. Also disappointed to hear that JP is now a pornography addict. Looking forward to B3.
G6 high and rising I'm back in the game busts and bustettes! I'm back in the game! Yes, after a semi-retirement of approximately four weeks, I got the call from my close personal friends at EMI on Friday and was back on a plane on Monday. I just keep a bag packed these days with all the essentials - pedastoool bag, grandpa hat (G1 Wilson style), cowboy hat (G1 Leggett style), massage oils (G1 Smith style), a variety of swizzle sticks for different cocktails. Staying a little further down Hyde Park this time, and making my home at Lancaster Gate. Most amenable, especially around the time that third Brandy Alexander goes down the gullet around sundown. Virg, you'll be interested to know that at Camden markets yesterday I purchased a chicken/vegetable/rice combo and found the chicken to be like three day old KFC nuggets. Quite oily, yet disappoinitingly dry. And Joe (if he ever actually read this blog) would be most interested in the bowel movement I had later that evening. Francis, you will think I'm kidding, but Fantastic Day by Haircut 100 just came on the radio in this cafe where I currently type. Ah, the Buster planets are lining up and my mind hurtles back to my unpublished first memoir "Travels With My Cousin", specifically to the chapter outlining our new year's eve of 1982/83, spent in London with the cable-knitted popsters and 15,000 screaming teenage girls. As for JP G1(?) - Smaaaaay! I say let's get our 1987 blog happening. That's the one titled How To Ditch A Canadian Slowly And Painfully. And so, as I recover from a night of drinking vodka until closing time with a 21 year old Finnish girl (no, unlike a G1 story, it was not a dream, and no, of course I don't have photographic evidence), I bid each and every one of you ATVB.
BC G6 D (London Bureau, April 06)
Innocent Outragious claim Frank. I didnt think you were a mud flinger.You might notice I'm not looking at that picture, but passing it by. But I do like the red jumper and blue shirt combo.
JP G-1
F. no friends!!! See i am right, as always, no fond farewells from your little boy's club mates even your G6 buster maaaaate has left you for another music industry junket in London. (Don't forget to take notes on all drinks drunk and food ingested this time Barry! you now have to keep the blog alive.)
Anyway F, the lesser grades and the ungraded have enjoyed your visual and written ramblings can hardly wait for the next tour however you better find some new busters to bust with. I don't think we will believe you next time of the existence of your so called G1s and we might just look a little closer to see if the photos has been altered to superimpose your buster maaaates, (after all you have the technology) I don't really want to start a conspiracy theroy here but.....
All the very best
VL (no sadness in my eyes!)
up grade for Barry After listening to Barry D G-6 yesterday on ABC radio,rattling off incredible details of the vines and other rich rock n roll trivia, I suggest another immediate up grade, perhaps G-4. That would make one very big week for our baz
John P G-1
new buster terminology Rob, I do believe you have added a new word to the buster lexicon. A pedastool is what a G1 stands on when pontificating to the lower grades.
And that little accessory that Buster Wilson carries so daintily on his person at all times when in foreign climes?
Why, that's a pedastool bag.
ATB, BCD
Good effort F- will miss the blogs. Bazzie, seriously, do you really want to be like THEM? I mean like Virgie says, it seems to be only the Frank G1 club. I'm not sure if Joe Wilson and Terry Smith (the supposed other G1's) actually know how to type a comment in, maybe they don't know how to read or maybe they think they are a bit more superior than the rest of us, oh well F good effort to you- other Busters come down from your so called superior pedastool (actually can't work out how to spell that word)
the pathetic boys club V. unhappy at this situation. F, you are a suck arse joke!!!!! Barry, you traitor I thought that you would see this for what it is - a pathetic attempt of fake friendship given that the other (virtual) busters obviously have no interest in F or his travel blogs.
Yours in absolute disgust
VL (ungraded)
ps: F, how did you find out about the Rex Hotel? Where are the credits?
pps: What is silt???
adieu I'm typing this through misty eyes, not only as we say farewell to the G1s after this most excellent odyssey, not only in shock at leaping from G7 prov past G7 and G6 prov to G6, but because I chopped up onions while making dinner for Mrs G6 (oh, she'll have to get used to that hifalutin title, won't she?)
And what a winner of a final blog! The food! The drink! The naps ! The ablutions! And I always enjoy a good dream sequence. It only could have been better if there were 50 or 60 more pics of the Mekong Delta. You know how much I love silt. Don't we all, don't we all. Adieu fair busters, adieu.
Encore Surely there's still more to come? The inflight entertainment on the trip home. The glorious welcome at the airport from frantic family and friends. The chairing at shoulder height through the streets of Sydney, bursting with fans up to one deep on the footpath. Please...please. Those of us who live vicariously through the lives of others need this stuff real bad. C'mon man. Just a sniff...one sniff...
the tribe has spoken Fellow Busters. Although all the votes are yet to be counted, I think it's fairly obvious that my concerted efforts toward an upgrade have fallen short. So I'm voluntarily extinguishing my torch and moving on. The Salford Lads Club pic was so obviously a transparent appeal to Buster Wilson's sensibilities, and yet he has totally failed to respond. And I have an admission to make. Not one Brandy Alexander, Fluffy Duck or Slippery Nipple (the drink, anyway) passed my lips. It's a terrible thing to admit, but I can't deceive any of you any longer. And Virg is right - what the hell was I thinking when I failed to include a detailed food diary? I feel like a fool. I look like a fool. I am a fool. I'm leaving this stuff to the experts, those tuk-tuk travellin', cocktail sippin', massage lovin' G1s. Eternally, provisionally yours, B.C. G7 (prov.) D
no from me Hi Barry
Has to be a no from me not enough photos of beer drinking and exciting food reviews. I understand that in order to be a buster these days a detailed food review is part of the essential criteria for sliding up the the slippery pole of busterdom.(right Frank?)
Sorry
ATB
V. (ungraded)
a box of chocolates What a treat! Here's me thinking this whole tour was well over and like an unexpected second layer of chocolates in the Christmas box from Grandma, here's another chapter to keep us going. Frank, don't get me wrong about the cheap beer and souvenir whoring. That is good stuff, nay, GREAT stuff. Like the Queen and the Commonwealth, it is the glue that holds the whole thing together. It's just we need lots of other stuff as well, and the AK47/Joe in frilly knickers stuff fits the bill nicely. A triumph. RN
Good to hear that Joe has changed(not) so much over the past 20 years, I mean where is that courageous man who jumped onto the railway tracks to retrieve my shoe from the rapidly approaching train
gun club Just goes to show F, that you need your real friends to play with not those pussys you pretend are your buster pals. Guns! let me at'em. apologies for my premature farewell v happy to see more installments on the way. Specially looking forward to the sex change photos.
ATB
V.
ps:Bring back the food and drink reviews (we were wrong)
The End? Such sorrow is this really the end of the fabbo buster adventure! So many highlights - Joe's hat, Terry's executive glasses (and handstands)Frank's excellent narrative and pictures of him drinking various exotic drinks. Bring on the next buster traveblog but must we wait 2 years. V. happy to read about Barry's urban adventure but as I have said pictures fill the story.
ATVB
VL.
ps Sorry for the delay in writing but having a wee buster session myself Sydney-Melbourne-Canberra-Melbourne-Canberra-Sydney and it is only Wednesday
angkor what? A touch of melancholy passes through my heart as I read the final words and view the last images of the G1s on their 20th anniversary bust. And isn't the sight of an airborne G1 such a beautiful thing? More melancholia for Divola - today I leave my beloved NYC. Nothing much to report apart from surviving the heaviest NYC snowfall in recorded history. Naturally my G7 (prov.) instincts kicked in and I headed immediately to the epicentre - Central Park - where over 26 inches fell in 24 hours, a new record. Oh how I gambolled and squealed like a six year old girl. It was a nice break from drinking and skirt chasing around the bars of the lower east side, where I have a new nickname - That Boring Bald Australian Bloke. I think this trip was summed up when I found myself at 2:30 in the morning with two companions I had met four hours previously - one had just imbibed cocaine in a bar bathroom; the other was the 20-year-old foxy singer of a local pop-punk band. Between bars, a guy with a guitar case walks past. We get talking. He asks if we're musicians. Well, what could I say? (No doubt he was just a coy Fluffs fan) He hands over the instrument and within seconds I'm bashing out the chords to their request for Wild Thing - fortunately I know those three chords. The snow comes down, and my heart sings and everything's groovy.
ATVB, B.C. G7 (prov. - surely a joke at this point) D
20 years ago - back in 1986 - we three explored, experienced, and finally conquered the world! Now we're going to try and recapture those past glories again. Go you mighty Busters!
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Opened fine!
Great singing guys.....you must be " The 3 New Tenors". Try clicking on play, rewind etc buttons...that's how I got it to work. Didn't work the first time.