Melbourne

the hometown ... hasn't changed much but appears to have changed in subtle and disorienting ways ...

they changed the name of Spencer Street Station to something incredibly boring and generic ... I wonder about the Australian ability to make everything sound so bland ... I always wanted Australia to encourage a public sense of story-telling ... but when a train station changes it's name to "Southern Cross Station" you wonder whether the story was worth the paper it was printed on ... and the roof is all wonky!

the live music is always top-notch ... and you clap like crazy and drink your cute little "pot" of beer before realising that you know the organist and he went to school with your older brother ... small world ... and that was just the first night in town - highly recommend Tarcutta actually ... mesmerising, intense and a bit of an aural trip ... and Bury the Sound were good stuff too, similar deal.

Finished

I'm finished on the medical ward as of tomorrow night ... then I'm off for a bloody well-earned holiday in Melbourne and Sydney ... exit planet dust!

ahhh, the big cities of Australia ... where you can stare at the billions of suited-up sallow-faced delighted dead-eyed eye-ballers on the trams, trains and let's not forget automobiles ... cars ... as far as the eye can see

hundreds of kilometres of beautiful ... sparkling ... CONCRETE!!!

I can't wait!






If anyone is interested click on rockettothesky ... this is my mate Jen who will soon be very very famous ... in Norway that is ... and I, by association, will also be famous in Norway.

Please email her and tell her to move back to Australia and be just as famous here ... and then, if I have this right, I also will be famous in Australia as well as Norway ... hmmm, yes, I like this! Please do email her.

She makes music that is well worth the listen ... she recently got reasonable airplay on JJJ in Australia in the band Folding For Air ... the band disbanded ... and folded ... broke up that is ... because the silly girl went home to Oslo when she should be back here making me famous!

HA!!

Darwin (The Wet)

I'm in Darwin ...

wow ... greeeeeen

The foliage is falling over itself and eachother to get to out of it's own strangehold. The air is much thicker here ..... and the clouds appear to be towering mushrooms carrying the storms of the wet season ...

i don't remember having seen clouds like these ones before.

Perhaps I have but have forgotten.

There are lizards everywhere ... tartars ... little ones you could squash with your pinkies ... if you wanted to of course you could.

The sunsets ... mum told me about the Darwin sunsets once ... she was right .... fuuuu-far out!

And there is REAL asian food ... I've missed the asian groceries where you buy as much stuff as you've never seen before, go home and fry it - assuming that's what you're supposed to do with it ... and then eat it ... assuming that's what you're supposed to do with it ... and then swallow it ... assuming it's not an exotic chewing gum.

I had oysters on the wharf ... I feel like a kid ... a kid with dust on his shoulders and an akubra sticking out in an AJ* baseball cap town

After six months of being stuck in the centre, the bustle of a city is bloody lovely ... but waiting for buses is not something I dig much ... I haven't done that since I lived in Melbourne before I owned a bike ... probably about five or six years - I think I waited about five or six years for the damn bus.

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