Catharsis (Or, "There's only one Stevie Gerrard!")

Let's just say that the time stamp below is a bigger fib than usual... Donated 10 unwanted albums to Vinnies and set aside 17 for my sister, EM. Lunch of champions at Diethnes Greek restaurant - a basket of fresh bread, "small" salad (I'd hate to see large), lamb casserole and glass of the featured red. Scoped out the free "Korean Dreams: Paintings And Screens Of The Joseon Dynasty" exhibition at the Art Gallery Of NSW. Was fascinated by the influence of the animistic tradition of mountain worship. So in the background of a landscape, where a European artist might have represented a mountain range as a zigzag line, here it'd be broken into individually detailed peaks. Browsed Birdland Records but resisted temptation. Got half-soaked on the way to MP's 40th at The Golden Barley in Enmore. Enjoyed an extremely generous bar tab and spread of Thai food, and several beaut conversations. Overdid it on the Carlton Draught and my celebrating of Liverpool's 4-1 mass crucifixion of Manchester United at Old Trafford. See what I mean? When they closed, joined an expeditionary force to the Sly Fox where I deluded myself into thinking I could (a) "rule the dancefloor", and (b) get anywhere with a pretty goth chick in a floral dress. Did mystery shots with the dude organising the music. Tried to slap down my wallet on the pool table and spilled the contents (retrieved successfully if shame-facedly). When they closed, flew solo to the Townie because the p/g/c had intimated she and her partner - damn his hide - might go there. Needless to add, I was refused entry, but by a bouncer with a pleasingly poignant turn of phrase. "Your eyes tell too many stories," said he. Taxi!


Further backtracking: "The Battle" (2005) by Russell Allen & Jorn Lande.

Two changes to "Blogs I read", if you hadn't twigged: MG's long-neglected Singapore Bits makes way for the cute musings of Kat Dennings, while author/critic Steven Poole replaces local otaku journal Moe Moe Rabu. Sorry, the Dollfie stuff had grown disturbing.