We see it all the time - the local council's "hard rubbish" collection. People leave all manner of trash and treasure out the front of their homes. Are they simply getting rid of excess stuff or is there something more meaningful in this ritual?

Clearly underlining the premise that "one man's trash is another man's treasure" is the conga line of cars and trailers cruising the streets after dark, working their way through My Life On The Footpath.

As we wrote this song, Melbourne, the capital of the state of Victoria (Australia) was under siege from protesters of all persuasions, clogging up the city streets and, disturbingly, hurling rocks and bricks at police and their horses.

With a tip of the hat to the Sex Pistols and their song "Anarchy in The UK", Artie and the band decided to unleash our secret punk performer, Al O'Mentry on this track

We were listening to the radio one day and, in the context of betting on racehorses, heard the Latin phrase nemo vincet which translates to English as "No one will win".

We thought that Nemo Vincet sounded more like the name of a shady character, the kind of bloke you would find lurking in the shadows of a dodgy country racetrack, a real loser.

And so, bring those two concepts together, we agreed that Nemo Vincet IS a loser!

This one was inspired by two very different television shows - Bananas In Pyjamas and any one of several programs of a newish genre, the more "mature" (in age more so than proper maturity) versions of shows like The Bachelor, Love Island, etc.

It seems that the vast majority of these shows are set in jacuzzis in flash resorts and involve a lot of older folk who look like they have asked their granddaughter to administer their fake tan.

We're Geriatrics in Jacuzzis, we're coming down the stairs, etc.

Now we recognise that this is something that Artie, Al and Sammy would appreciate more than Lucy and Indie so ... to our female fans, please bear with us.

Is there anything more unhygienic, revolting, and frankly, selfish, than a bloke who spits his used chewy in the urinal at the pub, at the footy, at work or indeed anywhere where someone else is going to have to come along and remove it. 

Come on gentlemen, you're better than that!

In mid-to-late 2025, a craze took off on a digital platform called TikTok called the Clinkers Challenge. Given that we obviously belong amongst the elite when it comes to digital platforms, it must say something about the challenge, if we haven't been featured ... but we digress.

The upshot is that there was a run on bags of Clinkers (a chocolate-coated lolly, sold in bags) and, consequently, there were literally no Clinkers to be found. We thought we'd have some fun with a shortage of other lollies in other places, too!

Inspired by a true story but one that I think most Australians can relate to, the bloke involved in the lyrics of the song headed out on a hot Melbourne day, wearing thongs (flip-flops for the uneducated) to walk along Swan Street, Richmond, an inner suburb of Melbourne.

Of course, this is fraught with danger as our man found out. Hot footpaths and rubber footwear is a combination that is an absolute disaster waiting to happen.

This song was written in response to a news story that was reported in Melbourne on the morning of 13 October 2025.

Hawthorn (a suburb of Melbourne) resident, Grant Brown, chased a home intruder through the nearby streets wearing just a pair of red undies. When he caught the intruder, he made him call the police, using his own mobile phone. What a man!

Every man in Australia wanted to be Grant Brown - even Artie Fishall!