I ran into the homeless court jester I met in Byron Bay a few days ago. He was on the tram heading up to meet some of his Harri Krishna friends. Last I saw him, we were sitting with him in a sketchy park, listening as he attempted to play two wooden flutes simultaneously. It was strange to see him in a new context.
Had one day at work this week where an entire neighbourhood wanted the milk man dead. I've never met so many rude people in my life. I don't know what it was about that area, but people seem to hate milk, milk products and all associated with their distribution. The dogs in the neighbourhood (if you'd even consider them dogs...I'd probably choose the more appropriate term of rabi ridden ghouls from hell) didn't like milk either.
Luckily the following days everyone went back to normal, and nothing tried to kill me.
It's Australia day today. I don't know what that means really. Every day seems like Australia day to me. Mainly due to the fact that I'm surrounded by it.
Cooked me a kangaroo steak the other day. It was pretty good. Tasted a bit like how I'd imagined mad cow would taste...but without the repercussions...I think.

Off to the beach.