I haven’t noticed you being irrational, but would certainly undetrstand if you had.

All the best eh?

*scurries back under fridge*

Furious agreement.

“I’ve seen CW Stoneking there once or twice”

How great is CW? Very, that’s how.

“a mate speaks highly of their collection of single malt whiskeys.”

I heard that too, but poverty and heat conspired against me.

“February, eh? Cool.”

Fuck, I hope so. But I really really doubt it.

Finally figured out how to play “Okaeri” on the piano; a feat I’m rather proud of achieving with no sheet music, a piano, a tin ear and a full-orchestral arrangement CD.

Cursed the Cricket Ground Trust and the Qld Govt for closing Stanley Street on the weekend so they could do some repairs to a grandstand.

The Wheatsheaf is a nice pub. I’ve seen CW Stoneking there once or twice, and a mate speaks highly of their collection of single malt whiskeys.

February, eh? Cool.

A promoter I ain’t.

Although, I think I sometimes unconsciously avoid it online, not just cos it’s a tad crass, but also cos one of the nutcases who I once called such might use it for stalking, or what have you.

As they say… [cue informercial presenter voice] there’s got to be a better way!

Perhaps that way is, as they say… [cue talk show guest voice] getting over myself. In this case, as getting over myself would entail talking about myself more, I think I could manage it!

We played the Wheatsheaf on Sunday, and the audience, though modest (as again, they say) was very appreciative and purchasey-of-CDs, so we’ll definitely be back there. Plus I love the venue. If the people who run it weren’t so awesome and generous with their rider – seriously, you’re going to keep not charging me for these microbrew draughts till my cab leaves for the airport? Ooo-kaaaay – and the folks who frequent it weren’t such open and lovely music-lovers, and the resident sound-lady so excellent, my take-home impression would be “holy fuck, did I just play 2 sets in a tin shed in 40 degrees with no aircon in a weird little industrial area of Adelaide? Why????

February is most likely for a return to Adders, on the back of the album we’ve got in the bag.

Apropos of nothing, while in town I purchased a second-hand pair of what were referred to on the label as “Don Dunstan Shorts”. Baby blue short-shorts; now that’s a premier.

Having never (to my knowledge) heard you, it would be a new and interesting experience for me.

Recently married bass player lost his wedding band in the water, and despite prompt location marking, frantic duckdiving, borrowing of child’s goggles, then returning the next day to hire proper snorkels, then pay a hobbyist with a metal detector to wade around at low tide, no luck.

Confucius say recently married bass player must apply sunscreen with fingers of right hand only, if he wishes to retain the affections of his lovely wife.

Sunday, purchased a TransLink ticket which took me to Lota, where I strolled around the seafront past the mangroves before purchasing a generous serving of fish and chips and eating them in the foreshore park. Then strolled some more past the Manly Marina, through the Manly Markets and then to the Manly station for the train home.

Also learned to throw (and catch!) boomerangs.

Let’s hope so …

That said, there are lots of ways in which one could allow pokies but make them much less harmful …

I used to pass through there frequently. It’s situated roughly halfway from my previous house and my mother’s – we were about 45mins either side.

I’m very pleased to hear that. Congratulations to the community. I’d be against pokies anywhere, but Romsey’s a small enough country town that a handful of badly designed and built units right near its heart were enough to alter the whole look and feel for the worse. Thank you, speculative builders! I was dreading the effects converting the hotel into a pokies joint would have had, and for much more than just aesthetic preferences.