the abercrombie...

* Sunday afternoon saw myself, Will, Brad (aka 'Simmo' aka 'B-unit' aka 'Big guy' eg 'Simmo is a lunatic on the cans') ventured down to the Abercrombie for some Sunday afternoon beers and some tunes courtesy of the travelling Levins music machine which included Spod dj-ing. We were just getting comfy on a favourite disgusting old couch inside and finishing our first jug of beez neez when we were priveleged enough to be joined by Ng - whose glazed look suggested that he was still quite hungover from the previous night which no doubt consisted of nice shoes and comic-speak.
After our second or third round we were lucky enough to be joined by Nina, who still hasn't gotten over the fact that she met the Kings of Leon (poser).

The great company did not end there people... Several rounds, and some toilet graffiti later (I wrote my name above the trough in biro) we were joined by the one and only Steve Lloyd and his girlfriend Emma. Steve had been excited into a state when I rang him to say that Spod was playing... After making the effort to come down he realised that not only was Spod ONLY playing a DJ set but he had in fact arrived half an hour after Spod had left the building... or courtyard as it may be. At some stage some guy that Ng knew called Zander or something was also there - who attempted to ask out the bar girl named 'Uncye' (that is a vague guess at the spelling based on the pronounciation). Uncye politely said no and kept cleaning the bar.

The following things also happened during the night:
* I saw Quan from Regurgitator and made Nina dare me to go up to him and say: 'Hey Quan, I like your old stuff better than your new stuff!! (exclamation marks strictly optional). After finally convincing Nina to dare me to do something so edgy and smart, I ended up mentally preparing for to long and Quan had left... Probably to see how the other guy in the band and Yumi are doing.

* Ng went for a walk and fell asleep down the road... Someone had to bring him back. I think it was effects from the opium him and his people have been smoking for the last several hundred years... Cursed yellow peril.

* We listened Snoop and Dre's 'Next Episode' I think.

* Brad got angry at me for repeatedly pointing at him and saying 'Simmo!' and things like 'Simmo is wild' or 'Simmo is ann absolute mongrel on the cans'.

* On the bus to Newtown later, Ng's friend with a funny name tried to make people sing... The only song that got any reception was John Farnham's 'You're the voice'. One guy joined in...he had two hearing aids and was a great singer.

* Me and Will had a text messaging war on the way home. Will cut me deep with this one:

Will to James:
'Hi im James, an arts
graduate. Got a parent who could
give me a leg up?
Cant help falling in love. give me a girl,
a blog and a bar. Im
so lonely...

The joke's on him though. Your grammar and punctuation suck and so do your pants and hair!

... A good night all around.

he stage dived and he missed, he staged dived and he missed

Lack of inspiration... Nothing to write about. My brain is clogged with menial labour, Eric Bana, OC series 1 and 2 and voices in my head telling me to sail to Tahiti (fucken OC again).

We had a radio show on Wednesday night/Thursday morning... We are sucking a fair bit less than we used to. I got the following comment:
'Steve sounds like an actual professional...Not that you sound bad, you just sounded like his guest or something'
- I can't believe I actually immortalised that in print... That will get Steve out of bed for the next week. I reckon maybe longer.