Western Australia is a funny place. Some of the people here would feel at home on Craggy Island. Except the weather is too cold. Here are two of the characters I met there. This picture is taken at the Pinnacles, one of Australia's famous natural landmarks.

Our car characterised our year in Australia. Myself and Fergus bought it in September. After using it for a few weeks couriering I realised that it wasn't up to the job and made it redundant. I opted for the seedier lifestyle in the Irish night-club appropriately called the Bog. Pictured here on New Year's Eve our car nearly ruined our plans to come back to Perth for the party. Fergus used to talk gravely about her sick sense of humour. 260km outside the city we hitched a hair raising lift on the back of a ute.

You've guessed it, Tony Dee rocked the crowd every night with hits like "what shall we do with the drunken sailor?", and "who let the dogs out?". There are many stories to be told about this place. But even my web page is a ground too sacred to tell of the evils of emu bitter. Ugh! The bog's web site is worth a visit at thebog.com.au. It shows pictures of some of the celebrities who like to live it up in Northbridge. Glitterati such as Bono and the Red Hot Chilli Peppers graced our dance floor, drank from our glasses and probably vomited in our toilets. Everybody knows that you haven't been to the Bog until you have chundered in the Bog. Unfortunately they decided to show pictures of Bob Burke of "Burke's back yard.

Seriously, even though the crowd were quite often seriously irritating, I loved partying for a living. Those lovely mornings after work sitting in the sun having a beer across the road in Spinner's hostel, while everyone else was getting up for work made it worth while. The final grace was to arrive home and have my flat mate John moan "not this again!"

Eventually though it was time to move on. Despite not having much money we set off on our journey to the east coast.