LATELY — 13 July 2000

July 13th

As she set off for Madagascar, Rebekah “the Org” Jude ap­pointed me to Team Blorg, a crack unit set up to keep her weblog humming. So I’ll prob­a­bly be posting there soon, once I find some­thing suitable.

Oliver, who is down from Bris­bane for the hols, com­plained that these pages con­tained no mention of last Thursday’s outing. But Oliver, what is there to say?! We went to the Shrine, where we were treated with ex­tra­or­di­nary kind­ness by the ex-Servicemen manning it. We ate a late lunch at a stun­ningly ex­pen­sive cafe. (At the other end of this street, as it happens.) We shopped a little, and won­dered if two guys looking for clothes was sort of, well, gay. And we re­leased a red balloon from high in Diamaru which was re­ceived (to our great disappointment) with nothing but non­cha­lance by those in the court­yard below.

On Sunday I saw Ghost Dog (for the second time) with Trevor and some others. Afterwards, we ad­journed to Trevor’s cable modem and down­loaded some XTC. (On Sat­ur­day night, Moby was pro­gram­ming Rage, and one of the songs he chose to play was XTC’s “Senses Working Overtime.” I had only been ten­u­ously ac­quainted with XTC before this. He also played a clip of David Bowie and Bing Crosby singing “Little Drummer Boy” from behind a piano (complete with “pa-rum-pa-pum-pum”s), which was one of the stranger sights I’ve ever seen.)