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.)