Instore gig. Fantastic! What a crazy damn pleasure to ride all the way West in Spencer's car until the horizon frees itself from this city grip and you run smack into the bottom of the mountains. All the way west until mullets lose their irony and Starbucks gains sophistication. All the way west until you're crammed into a tiled record shop with twenty five people and a band.
A man stumbled into the shop midset, in a fluoro yellow council workers jacket and started dancing with his umbrella. Between songs he started yelling "This is fucking amazing. I'm forty two years old and I've never seen anything like this before. I went to a Kiss concert once and I can tell you, you kick Kiss's arse." Ah, Penno, spiritual home of the bogan.
So many joys in one small day, much good company and occasional dancing, a trip to the Lapo for rum & coke on tap. Let me say it again, in the mountains they have rum & coke, premixed, on tap. Its hideous! I had two. Back in the city the tempest continues. The breaking of the drought is breaking me. I don't know how much longer I can get rained on without pulling out a hail cannon and sending shock waves right back at those murderous clouds of doom.
Elliot is allowed out of rehab, with an escort, to see the Dalai Lama. We're going to try and meet in the crowd, in the rain. In less than twelve hours I'm going to get my first hug in six months. I better start warming up now.
A man stumbled into the shop midset, in a fluoro yellow council workers jacket and started dancing with his umbrella. Between songs he started yelling "This is fucking amazing. I'm forty two years old and I've never seen anything like this before. I went to a Kiss concert once and I can tell you, you kick Kiss's arse." Ah, Penno, spiritual home of the bogan.
So many joys in one small day, much good company and occasional dancing, a trip to the Lapo for rum & coke on tap. Let me say it again, in the mountains they have rum & coke, premixed, on tap. Its hideous! I had two. Back in the city the tempest continues. The breaking of the drought is breaking me. I don't know how much longer I can get rained on without pulling out a hail cannon and sending shock waves right back at those murderous clouds of doom.
Elliot is allowed out of rehab, with an escort, to see the Dalai Lama. We're going to try and meet in the crowd, in the rain. In less than twelve hours I'm going to get my first hug in six months. I better start warming up now.
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