Dave from Albury – A photo essay

It has been said that a picture is worth a thousand words. I don’t believe that to be true.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by catblogging, poorly captioned

pointless,

dragging their readers through the tedium just hoping,

for extra hits,

If you can’t beat ’em….

Here are a few snaps from the Dave from Albury Compound.

Fanboi
Fanboi
Wanker
Wanker
Tightarse
Tightarse
Tosser
Tosser
Reader
Reader
Poser
Poser
Hoarder
Hoarder
Somebody please, make the cliché stop!
Somebody please, make the cliché stop!
Bloke
Bloke

10 thoughts on “Dave from Albury – A photo essay

  1. Well done, Dave. A photographic personal profile that tells us more about you than 5,000 words could possibly hope to achieve. Btw, those Dunlop Volleys don’t look too bad (I didn’t realise they made them in denim) but I bet they still stink.

  2. Btw, I hope the Saints win this afternoon and I hope you enjoy listening to the game on radio. I’ll be watching it on pay TV. So could you if you didn’t buy so many toys.

  3. The Volleys aren’t stinky Ray, I wear socks.

    I think that, apart from the obvious exclusion of Mrsdave and the kids, this is a reasonable snapshot of me. Make of it what you will.

  4. If I hadn’t known there was a Mrsdave and kids, I’d have thought you were living the bachelor life in an inner city ‘burb.

  5. I just realised, there’s no photo of the Xbox because Buster Boy was playing it this morning.

    Bron, I like to think that East Albury is an inner city ‘burb, but with the advantage of no Starbucks. I’m not cut out for bachelor life though, I need fairly constant supervision.

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