*waves*

Yes, I am alive, but you know how it is: you say how bored you are at work, Murphy gets in kahoots with your boss, and the next thing you know you've been buried under an avalanche of paperwork that actually needs to be looked at, as opposed to being filed in the one-way tray.

I've been composing LJ entires in my head, on the off-chance I'd be able to post them, but the "Save" function of my brain seems to be acting up and I kept losing them every time I logged my consciousness off. Looks like I'll need to upgrade to the new and shiny Brain 2004 soon.

As promised, Whitlams Gig Squeeing

Okay, I'm a few days late, the gig having been on Thursday, but me and the computer just can't seem to get our schedules together. Man, my iBook's a popular little bunny these days, out all hours, sleeping until noon, living off Vegemite toast and Berocca...

*grins* Okay, okay, I'll stop amusing myself and get to the point.

I've already said it, [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] has already said it, but it bears saying again. The gig was absolutely awesome. With a capital AWE. We got there half way through Modular Lounge's set. In my opinion, that wasn't a huge loss, them being your generic guitar-based rock band with a deafened sound mixer who was laying the bass awfully heavy. The Prince of Wales Bandroom is pretty cool, though. Dark, lots of space, several bars (two, I think - it's easy to get lost in the darkness) and the most amusing toilet identification signs I've seen in a while - a pair of breasts and a willy.

Modular Lounge finished up, we had a couple of over-priced beers, and then the second support act, Gus and Frank, came on. And a brand-new obsession was born.

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