Helloes

On Saturday morning I was woken by my clock radio.

I was confused.

What room was I in, how did I get there, what country was it, why were there people speaking in Australian accents?

Eventually I emerged from my drug and flight induced stupor sufficiently to work out that I was in fact in Melbourne, in my own bed at 9:30am - not in fact in Barcelona at 5:30 in the afternoon.

Crazy business.

So yeah, I'm home. Woot. And it only took 36 hours of transit.


I shall shortly be boring you all senseless with irritatingly smug tales of European jaunts and jealous-making photos of sun-drenched larks. Lucky youse.

Remain tuned etc.

Comments

  1. MikeMay 20, 2007 at 10:30 PM

    Woot indeed. And welcome back.

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  2. SahrMay 21, 2007 at 2:22 AM

    I second Mike's "woot" and offer my own. Nice to have you back. Now. Karaoke.

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