Back in Melbourne

After sleeping for 16 hours straight yesterday, I went out and had dinner with Jesse at Shanghai Dumpling, followed by coffee at one of the greek cake shops on Lonsdale. A Late night bicycle courier (or perhaps he was just insane and liked dressing up like a courier) recommended a type of greek vanilla slice for virtue of being "softer than a womans breastmate" . Possibly there have been times throughout history when a japanese person has told another that such and such a sweet could be likened to a womans breast for the quality of its texture, but its nice to be back in an english speaking country again.

Went to a club near chinatown that took three attempts for my brother to remember what lane it was in. the club was called eurotrash, inside, the habit of taking photos of yourself without any sign embarssment seemed fashionable, while acceptable conversation topics limited to talking about yourself or other people, in a fake bored ambisexual way and when that runs out of steam, take another photo of yourself. To put it simply they were a cunts. sometimes those bad words come out of me. sorry

Today i spent most of the morning talking to mum. i like talking to mum. She laughs occasionaly but usually doesnt pretend to be the slightest bit interested in a word your saying while she goes on with her sewing and i crap on about thai girly bars , work problems, my students, neurotic americans and good lsd trips. she doesnt talk about herself and what other people are wearing any more than a decent person should and she doesnt stop the conversationan to take photos or say "YEAH..PARTY!"

And now im off to meet Ronan, another person i like talking to, he sounds more and more like a mild mannered museum curate everyday.