Well, what do you know?!

Turns out Cleetus (from The Simpsons fame) lives on the Shorncliffe line. He was on my train this morning. He's had some pretty fancy ink work done too...

That shit is whack

I went to a wedding on the weekend. Had a lovely time and drank too much cheap wine.

During the speeches I noticed a girl sitting at another table... Or more specifically, the really bizarre and ugly tattoo in the middle of her back:





What do you make of that?! Then, I noticed her red, net-like crocheted handbag (yeah, the speeches were riveting):







And realised with relief that even if I got so drunk that I tripped and crashed into the wedding cake and my strapless dress fell down during the nutbush (neither of which happened, thank you!) I still wouldn't be the biggest bogan in the room!

Throwing goats

Tonight is the third and final Metallica concert at Boondal. Thank God, these bogans were getting way too raucous in the 'quiet carriage' of my train tonight!

Random acts

I went for a 'Friday after-work drink' with some colleagues recently, at our local pub.

One of the guys immediately made a bee-line for the stack of Keno betting cards located on our table and started writing inspirational and/or thought provoking messages on a few of
them.

He'd then slip them back into the clean stack of cards, explaining that he liked to imagine that some lonely, disheartened soul would come along in the near future, find his note and be moved. Or a bit freaked out.

This one was my favorite...

I'm SO rock and roll right now.

I've been getting a bit carried away lately buying tickets for live gigs. I wasn't aware how bad this little habit had gotten until this week though...

I think it all started in July with Splendour in the Grass. I had such a great time discovering new bands and seeing some acts that I already knew I loved, it re-woke my passion for live music and things kind of started steam-rolling from there.

Last weekend, Kelly and I went out saw Boy and Bear at the Zoo, which were AWE-SOME! Then next weekend we're off to see Little Red on the Friday night and Smashing Pumpkins on the Sunday night. I may also be going to see Metallica on Saturday night (a friend who has been trying to get me into metal - by convincing me that metal drummers are the ones to watch - offered me the ticket but is now being all coy, as I think he's also accidentally offered to his flat mate while under the influence and figures I'm easier to disappoint).

Also coming up I'm seeing U2 in November and Bon Jovi in December, both at Suncorp Stadium.

Anyway, as I mentioned, I wasn't really aware how carried away I was getting with the concert tickets until this week, when Big Day Out went on sale.

Years ago, when I was a bit younger and more energetic, I used to love a good one-day music festival. Big Day Out is pretty full on though. Upon examination of the line up (headlined by TOOL, Rammstein and Iggy Pop) I decided that despite there being a few acts I wouldn't mind seeing (M.I A, Grinderman, Wolfmother, Bliss'n'Eso) - it wasn't worth the hassle of battling for tickets on-line, getting to the Gold Coast and back for the event, and dealing with the BOGANS and wankers who have become synonymous with the BDO.

Until... I was wandering past Rocking Horse Records on my lunch break on Thursday and noticed a sign saying they still had tickets for sale. Getting so caught up in the excitement that the little multi-coloured golden passes, which are usually almost impossible to get your mitts on were so close within my reach - and the rumours that Blink 182 were going to be a surprise late addition to the billing running around in the back of my head - I ran in and purchased four!

God knows why. That was $666 my credit card couldn't really cope with and not only was I still only lukewarm on the idea of attending, but none of my friends had expressed an interest either.

I tell you - its the bug! The live music bug that has me in its grips at the moment.

Luckily, common sense has returned and I'm now in the process of off-loading said tickets to my 18-year-old flat mate and her suitably enthusiastic young friends.

But the wake up call was certainly received loud and clear.... next time my eyes glaze over at the sign of live music tickets, I'll stop and check myself before I wreck myself.