Here's something you don't know...

This morning I dreamt I was at the Rex. Andy from the Whitlams was playing a solo show. He sung really well, but his guitar was a bit quiet. The crowd listened very respectfully and with some sadness, because they knew as well as I that Andy from the Whitlams had died years ago, and he was playing to us from the other side. Then I was woken by the construction noises from next door, and I lay in bed a while.

Here's something else: this will be my last post on this blog. I was getting a bit frustrated of writing stuff that nobody was reading or responding to. At the same time, I wasn't really writing what I wanted to, when I wanted to, so it was kind of the worst of both worlds. I think a good blog has to have a certain critical mass of interaction, otherwise it's just someone's diary that (to the embarassment of both writer and occasional reader) has ended up on the 'net.

2 final thoughts, both earnestly held:
- Thanks, everyone;
- Go fuck yourselves.