Just a little background info for those of a spoddy bent. I have to say my personal music consumption has dwindled since being in Oz on account of having ready access to some wizard radio stations. Namely Triple R out of Melbourne and the national Triple J. I tried to get Iwan to tune in online to Triple R but he hit fishing hour, which I have to say is the only dark cloud on its otherwise azure horizon (although naturally I like it). Give them a whirl online. What have you got to lose?
I had been compiling a long list of beazer tracks and artists heard on the radio with a view to future download whence I am somewhere a little more than a night and a day...but I seem to have lost the notebook so that's all gone brown! Arse.
Of books: after dabbling with Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh which I found rather tedious and unusually didn't even finish, I swapped it for Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding. A weighty tome and one I figured would keep me busy for a while. I wasn't wrong. I'm only coming to an end of its 850 pages now! Admittedly, there hasn't been a huge amount of time for bookish behaviour but also having to read each paragraph twice to get the gist has perhaps slowed things up a spot. It's a blinding story though. La!
Next up is Moby Dick by Herman Melville. Yup, joy of joys I have a copy of this elusive book courtesy of neighbours Simon & Shelly who sent it out with a Red Cross parcel to meet me in Perth couriered by Jo Bole. Alas the four pack of IPA never made it. I hope Jack, temporary resident of the Borough Bunker, enjoyed the ale. Many many thanks to all involved in the relief operation!
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Whale but no ale. You can't win 'em all!
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