Libby Hobday

I am stoked to say that my Rock N Roll clothing line WORLD FAMOUS NYC is back in business: New designs, new stockists and just a whole new Vibe.

The new site will go soon live.

As a change tonight, I am Home Alone!!

ON A SERIOUS LEVEL; it is really not a change at all –  (shhhhh - as usual)!

Anyway tonight,

Rockstarr Alan Jackson the 3rd, &, Mohawk Anne Dimebag convinced me to do a FUN little micro shoot with them.

I AM PRETTY SURE THEY WERE BOTH BORED WITH THE WHOLE THING, actually it is Pretty OBVIOUS.

CAN YOU TELL FROM THE PHOTOS?

soooooo funnnnny

One of my best friends in the whole wide WORLD; which includes planets, stars and all of the moons .. sent me a message across the oceans and the seas today.

Gregsie is coming to stay with Rockstarr Alan Jackson the 3rd,  Mohawk Anne Dimebag and I for a week in July….

GREGSIE is one of my best friends, a great drinker, an amazing rambler and photographer;

New York City look out!!!!

GBALLS is about to touch down.

** Here is a recent self portrait.

I live In Williamsburg Brooklyn, a up and coming area of hipper, edgier enclaves full of  vintage-clothes wearing, kickball-playing, getting-drunk-all-the-time, indie rockers, crunchier liberal arts school-graduates AS WELL as tens and thousands of Hasidic Satman Jews being one of two of the largest communities of this kind in the World.

I particularly do not understand the kapparot holiday where they slaughter chickens, and this is where I get pissed.

I was unaware of this messed up ritual until in the car park next door I was witness to thousands of chickens crammed into cages crying to get out. When the Police arrived they were shown a permit which stated that it was okay for the chickens to be there and kept in this manner. We were then all subject to watching them torture the chickens to death with their kids helping them out. PETA is all over this do not worry.

WHAT THE F*CK IS THE MATTER WITH PEOPLE?

I just took Rockstarr Alan Jackson the 3rd and Mohawk Anne Dimebag for a walk, and while walking casually on the block my apartment is located there were at least 60 kids playing on the corner. The kids promptly surrounded us, like a hawk to a dead deer, asking me so many questions about the dogs which I answered as best I could. I mean, they are kids and although every time we moved they all jumped a million feet they were just curious and that is all. It’s not their fault that they have been brain washed into thinking all animals are evil.

One of the Dad’s had the audacity to tell me I was not welcome and to get off their block! I am not sure how he decided the block that I also live on is just his block?

Anyway as you can imagine it manifested into a heated conversation which ended with me and my dogs pulling up a seat and staying on the block talking to the kids for another 20 minutes.

I really really wanted to call him a chicken killer but I did not want to upset the kids.

In my opinion, and you who read my blog already know this, anybody who tortures animals deserve to be tortured themselves.

Today seemed like a normal enough day. I woke up, juiced my morning drink of organic tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes, mint and carrot, went to bank and then Mohawk Anne Dimebag and I headed over the Williamsburg Bridge for 2.5 mile/5 KM trek to work.

Mohawk and I do this everyday, and then home again so 5 miles/10KM each day! Yep, we are amazing.

This morning I left my  apartment wearing a Hoodie, thinking ahead that it might be cold at the top of the bridge. Of course it was boiling hot outside and I ended up carrying it in my bag the whole way!

The Hoodie is a friend’s that Motley Crew gave him when he was a kid, (circa 1985), it also has his name embroidered on it. It is pretty special.

At the agency later on with the AC freezing cold I went to put it on. But, it was gone!   I searched everywhere for it to no avail -  all gone bye byes.

At this point I am in a “I am going to be killed” panic mode. Without really thinking about it I bailed out the back door, (with no money, phone or keys), retracing my steps running like a mad man.

I ran the whole 2.5 miles/5KM to my apartment in Brooklyn in thongs (Australian for flip flops). I asked my doorman to check all of the security cameras in the hope that they saw something happen on the Street, I stopped and asked people, I went to the bank, I looked under cars (you get the idea)…. Not normal!

Then “*F*ck ” I am meant to be at work, so I ran the 2.5 miles/5KM all the way back to the City again.  Yeah I know, I am retarded.

The whole trip took me 40 minutes.

I told my friend I lost his Hoodie,  surprisingly though, he was not that pissed.

I mean, he was pissed!!!

He told me to put an ad on craigslist with a $300 reward - sure not that pissed. but offering $300 for it back? I feel awful.

Long story short, it ends up, at the agency where I work one of the designers found it on the floor - fuck me!

Mr NA Tank Man/Designer/Genious spoke ooout o BUT I didn’t hear as I was listening to Eminem’s new album “RELAPSE” with my head phones on.

BALLS!

There are always stories from Australia about the Roo’s and their escapades, and here is another one.

Up North in Queensland, a seaside surfer strewn town I spent time at: “Kirra Beach” hosted a strange event last week.

A Kangaroo, who had obviously had a fight with his wife, decided to end it all by swimming out to sea, he just could not cope anymore!

The Kangaroo was quite happy when he was caught in a rip tide and was eagerly waiting for a shark to come along and eat him, not that the sharks usually get that close to the beach, but he was hoping all the same.

At the same time a surfer jogging down the beach spotted the little guy struggling out at sea. With haste the surfer ran home, grabbed his surfboard, and raced back to the beach, having firmly decided to save the day by talking the Kangaroo out of ending it all.

Once out there, the surfer tried reasoning with the Roo, “You have to go home and talk it through with Mrs. Roo. You have kids, they have their whole lives in front of them what will they do without a Dad? Trust me, I’ve been there mate”.

The surfer tried all kinds of things to talk him out of swimming further out to sea, he even tried pulling the Kangaroo on to his surfboard to paddle the Kangaroo back to land.

It appeared the situation had “Buckleys and None”,  but low and behold the Surfer said something convincing, as all of a sudden the Roo shot off like a “gun out of a bullet” back to the main land bounding off into the sunset!  The surfer and his wife watched dumbfounded!

My opinion is that the Surfer told him that it was “10 drinks for the price of 1″ at the local Pub, and as all Australians know this is enough to convince anybody to do anything in the land Down Under!

** Kangaroos are very strong swimmers. In Australia’s southern areas, they frequently commu

I cannot even begin to describe the awesomeness of this video. Sooooo funny, you should all really watch it.

This footage is about Twitter.com the new, hip and happening social media micro blogging site, and I am not going to go into what Twitter is as if you do not know that is kind of weird!

When I was attending Drouin Secondary College (high school), although everybody told me not to, I bought a blue heeler mutt in the main town near me - Warragul.  I named her Mainey and she was my best friend. Mainey went everywhere with me, and never on a leash. She came on trains and buses, even nightclubs (not a word of a lie).  She was always walking right along side of me. In the city if I ever went into a restaurant she would sit outside, not move, and wait for me. Sometimes I drank for hours into the night and she would sit and just sit, and I am talking bustling Melbourne city.

Anyway, Mainey died recently she was 16 years old; she was bitten by a snake in my parent’s yard.  I loved her so much.

Where I am going with this is Sophie the Blue Heeler (aka cattle dog) from Sydney looks exactly like her.

Sophie was with her human parents on a casual summer cruise this past summer in Australia (opposite time to an American summer). The water became rough and Sophie fell overboard. The boat turned around and everybody on board called her name and searched and searched, but as it was a cloudy day eventually they had no but choice to bail on the search assuming that she Sophie had probably drowned, and if not a great white shark would soon make her dinner!!

But little old Sophie did not drown and the sharks did not get her, instead she swam five nautical miles right through the shark invested waters and stormy seas to St Bees Island. Once at St Bees the wonder dog survived around 4 months killing wild goats, until she was captured by wildlife officers.

The miracle of this story is somehow her family heard whispers that a Blue Heeler had been found, and went on their way to where they found their beloved Sophie.

Amazing right? Such a beautiful story. I just wish she could talk…