The Last Month

Well, there's been alot to talk about, and alot to think about, but I'm afraid little of it has been the kind of thing you want to put on a website which your employers regularly stumble across, despite your best attempts to stop them.

So here's what I can say: After a few weeks of feeling like I was living behind a glass wall, I'm now aware of my limitations and plan to be more clever in the future. Big ups me. Reading The Catcher In The Rye is helpful if you're feeling this way, incidentally - it certainly makes you aware of just how much not feeling anything can freak out those around you. While I still think some of my plans for what my legacy would be should anybody ever become the recipient of my life insurance policy are pretty cool, if you've been a bit quiet recently, it's probably not the best time to tell people just how cool those plans are. Keep that one under wraps, kids.

Tuesday night I headed back for London to get some stuff done for Wednesday, which I had off. Mostly I used the day for shopping purposes, including picking up a well nice pair of Gale 3030s (the beech ones) which have improved the sound coming out of my lounge a thousandfold. Of course they've also upped the probability that our neighbour will have her way about kicking us out for noise complaints by about the same factor. That night I got to hear many of the tunes I'd played at home again, as well as a bunch of incredible stuff designed to relieve kiwi MPLS engineers of hard earned cash at Technicality. Blame was incredible as ever, but the surprising bit for me was Fracture & Neptune, who I believe closed the night. Mixing back to back can be incredible with two DJs who are in tune with each other - hark all those clubs uselessly jamming a happy house guy and a downbeat/funk guy together with no respect for the flow of the evening! Anyway, I'm paying more attention to Inperspective Records now. And cheers to Richard and Ange for crashing along with me on a Wednesday night, even though Richard started his new job on Thursday - hopefully in better shape than myself. And major recognition to Ross Carroll from Dublin who wouldn't let a kiwi go without a decent draw on the good stuff. It really is odd for someone from the end of the earth to be grooving along out of his head and look to his left to see Dev Paradox bouncing along.

This morning I picked up the Sun because it had a cover story about Marsha someone, a girl who was bashed to death with a hammer for no apparent reason. This has happened a few times in the past week or so in London, and it's starting to freak me (and everyone else) out. Anyway, there was a backup story about some fools seeing a shadow of a fencepost in Sydney in a photo and saying it's a picture of the Virgin Mary. Laughing to myself, I look down the page and ses a photo of some women worshipping the Holy Post. Ok, here's the link: http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2003060812,,00.html. I can't be absolutely sure, but I think that's my mother in the purple.

God DAMN.