Dude, who’s that dude?

Welcome to Drunk and Jobless, the cure for all those fucking awful travel blogs about attractive twenty-something women discovering themselves and feeling blessed. You know the ones – floaty dresses, longing looks into the distance, Instagram filters. Alright, they’re good for a perv, but they’re also very bloody shithouse.

G’day, Arjay LeRock. I’m 33, from Gosford, NSW, and I’m a very good dancer. After losing my job at a porn magazine when a bunch of evil Nazis took over the company (I was a writer, not a model, although I did appear in it dressed as a baby) I embarked on a journey around the world.

While Drunk and Jobless is about travelling (well, when I’m not writing stories about strippers I’ve met or idiots I know), it’s not a travel guide. There are plenty of those on the net, and they have all the info you’ll need. I’m all about telling stories about my journeys, and providing a sense of what it’s like to be in these places. If you need the timetable for a train I catch, Google it. And then come back and laugh at another story about me passing out under a tree.

I like drinking, I like women (and sometimes they like me), I like snorkeling and paragliding and walking places I should be driving to. I’m a long-haired, right-wing hippy who swears a lot.

Oh, and I’ve also written the world’s greatest novel, full of swearing and sex and street fights and illegal border crossings. It’s been known to make the more politically correct softcocks members of society shit themselves if they even glance at it sideways. It’s called Red, White & Bruce and it’s available at Amazon.

Most of all, I like climbing trees.



5 thoughts on “Dude, who’s that dude?

  1. Hi Mate, discovered your blog yesterday, great stuff, really did a great job in keeping me from doing my job for a few hours. I’m a similar age group and from Gosford – exiled in London for 13 years now – myself so a lot of what you say is either brilliantly or jarringly familiar (sometimes both).


    1. Thanks mate, if I can stop just one person from working for a single afternoon, it’s all worth it. Of course, if a hot chick reads this and decides she really has to suck my doodle off, that works too. And my condolences for living in London (then again, at least it’s not bloody Huddersfield).


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