I don't tell many people, but my boss is an arsehole. He does no work, (ever). Plus he thinks he is so shit-hot. I think I'll feed him a magic mushroom and sit back, so when he flips out I can go to everyone. "I told you he is a fuckwit".

Long hard one screwing around.

Long hard day banging shit with hammers, also for something different I tryed screwing around, (with a screw driver).

What up... Get get down. If you haven't figured out by the spelling yet. I drink beer befor I write this blog. When I'm tipsy I think what I type is cool, thats the merical of beer. All is good... When I go to work I bang shit with hammers. When I'm at home I take photos, before I drink beer. I'll show you how they turn out. Sometimes I'm to lazy to go out and take photos, so I just stand on my balcony and snap away. It's truly amazing what you'll see if you stabd in the one spot for long enough.

Propriotor of the Fish & Fermenter, Captin Yabbybottom OBE. From time to time can be seen dineing at the upstairs resturant enjoying a selection of fine cheeses alongside a schooner of ale.

It's not CopperArt, it's FishArt.


Bar fight at the Fish and Fermenter.

My fish tank is filled with beer. I grew everything in it. All my fish are alcoholics. In my fish tank is a very large yabby, Brutus is his name. He is very old, his mind is going. When at rest he likes to pass imaginary bits of food along his legs and into his mouth. Over, and over again he puts make believe snacks into his overly complicated mouth parts. I think he is dreaming of foods complemented by beer. Salami, crusty bread, various cheeses, even chocolate.



Somtimes there are bar fights. They are reputed to be some of the ugliest bar fights in the aquariam world. I once whitnesed a horrendous brawl in which the vanquished suffered no less than two severed limbs. Most often I am party to bouts of liplocking, followed up with a jolly good scale pecking.