tales from an ordinary world

2000-02-27

It's been a week already. Last Sunday morning I was laughing maniacally to myself as the taxi drove down the Tulla, past Essendon Airport. For reasons completely unknown, I had a Fleetwood Mac song in my head (You can go your own way, or whatever it's called). The driver decided to head through the city rather than taking the flash new CityLink tollway, and as we idled down King St through the edge of the city centre, I could tell I'd been changed.

Apparently I'm now supposed to spend all my time dreaming of New York, and how much more wonderful it was than Melbourne. Unfortunately, I really don't think Melbourne's all that bad. Haiyan seemed quite taken with New York and reckoned she wouldn't want to leave. I said "it'll be different when you're living here all on your own..."

Last night we went to see Stephen Cummings performing at a pub way over in Yarraville. It was a nice set, and I nervously took a few photos, hoping the flash wasn't bothering people too much. Occasionally a huge truck would roar past, adding a nice touch to some of the quieter songs. "Evil" Graham Lee looks even less evil in person than on all those Triffids and Blackeyed Susans record covers...