[m i a o w] the cat

Tee hee. Last night was 10Speed’s second ever gig. Events conspired against us - we had to get there at 7pm but didn’t get to play our three songs until about 11pm! Of course song competitions are not our strongest suit (actually no competitions are) - and that fact, coupled with drinking beer for four hours did our nerves no good at all. We played truly horribly. Oh dear. I played everything in double time. We could hear ourselves too loud on stage and were thrown for a loop (or eight). I went straight home after we played cause I had to get up early for work, but Christine stayed like a trouper and called me when she got home. We came second. SECOND!? How bizarre. I think our songs were strong, but our delivery of them sucked big time. So now we have to play at the Epsy sometime in April…weird.

Must leave Melbourne. Have been looking for houses trying to ignore the fact that no one on this planet is ever going to approve me for a loan. The weirdest people own their own houses, but I’m afraid I’m not going to be one of them. I keep swinging on the subject of where my mythical house is (one thing that never wavers is that it will be a dump to do up) - at present I am tinkering with the idea of living on an island…and also dwelling on the lovely (but cliched) northern rivers/coast of New South Wales…and then now and again pondering the complexities of Hervy Bay. Hum. This is all happening whilst I ignore the fact that in order to convince any financial institution that I am a worthy recipient of their services I will have to fictionalise my chequered employment history and invent a savings record.