So the time has come...

For a new blog update. I must unfortunately let you know that every single word of this update is the pathetic, honest truth.

On Saturday it was our drummer Cougar Jones’ manly birthday party for manly men. It was an underground arm wrestling tournament, and by far the most homoerotic thing I’ve ever seen. There was arm-wrestling, indian leg-wrestling, dice shooting, a dance-off, and as much 80s power rock as could fit on an ipod.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, our bass player London ended up having his humerus snapped into a million pieces during the competition and was rushed to St Vincents ER.

If you look carefully you can see the exact moment our career went up in smoke

London is going to be out of action for quite some time and will most probably miss all of the upcoming tour (yes, the one we are due to start this weekend) and is currently sitting at home feeling sorry for himself.

We thought we’d try and make the best of a bad situation and have a competition -




Send whatever you like through to The Snowdroppers, 42 King St, Newtown, NSW 2042 or email us and you’ll make his day.

Also, we're currently training up a replacement for the tour, so don't worry, we'll still be rocking out for the next few months. It is only bass after all. We did however have to cancel the Wollongong show, for which i can't apologise enough.

Watch this space for more updates as the tour progresses and we hope to see you at the shows soon.

So anyway, this party seemed to be a magnet for stupidity. Another of the guests was so drunk that he went to hug his friend, missed and fell forward and split his head open down to the skull, on the corner of a brick wall.

Another inebriated fellow was having a play fight in the toilets and slipped on urine and dislocated his knee. Whilst the paramedics (on the third separate visit for the night) were trying to load him onto the stretcher, one of the other esteemed gentlemen in attendance stole a Penthrox inhaler which led to him and his colleague arguing about whose turn it was with the “magic green flute”.

So, in the end there was three of them all in the same ER, the Incredible Hulk, a WWII pilot, and Heath Ledger’s Joker from the Dark Knight.

Here’s some photos.

PS. the Snowdroppers no longer recommend arm-wrestling or arm-wrestling related birthday parties for anyone, especially not aspiring musicians. Stick to video games and huffing glue, kids!

This is the birthday boy (The Bankstown Baby) with the MC for the evening, Dick Battington.

Tanned Man faces off against the Bankstown Baby.

Cut that cheese honey.

Indian leg wrestling.

Yours truly (The Marrickville Metro), Dick Battington and unnamed mexican wrestler

Believe it or not, The Milky-Bar Kid (the idiot in the black shirt on the left) was the overall winner for the night. He was strutting his stuff later that night on Oxford St and Silverchair’s Daniel Johns came up to ask him what the trophy was for. Milky explained he was the arm-wrestling champion of the world and Daniel Johns invited him to come drink french champagne with him. This actually happened.

Pauly

Dickheads

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