As somebody who bought every bootleg he could find in the 80s, and later torrented and listened to the whole 90-odd hours of Nagra reel recordings from the Get Back sessions, I'm so looking forward to this.
Arranged to visit Auntie Chez today. She wasn't home, so as I was a bit hungover I went to the #Sawtell RSL Club. Had a plate of cold soggy chip bits that made me wonder what I had done to so grievously offend the staff. Also a bottle of rosé that was quite confronting. On closer examination, the gold medallion on the label read "Kills 99% of all household germs."
You can stop anybody in Sawtell and ask "Have you seen Cheryl today?" and they'll know who you're enquiring after. She's that kind of person. Nobody in the club had, but eventually she turned up, and we had a lovely chat.
Now my head is spinning, because I'm not accustomed to socialising or full-strength wine. Think I'll do some washing up to buffer the comedown.
And the rain just keeps coming. About 100mm from 9am to 6pm. There's a metre-long water dragon sitting by the #Aloha pool looking quite aggrieved. Not a lot of bugs around. Bad news if bugs are your diet. #Sawtell #weather
Got soaked to the skin on the way home from #work today. Not the worst soaking I've had; shoes full of water, but I didn't have to wade through any knee-height torrents. Most of the time I'm delighted I don't have to worry about owning a car. Once or twice a year, it can be a right bastard.
It would be nice if #Coffs council was in the business of providing footpaths and drainage. Saw one storm water drain cover which had been popped out of its socket by a geyser at some point, and a drainage ditch with the current running for its life in a westerly direction _away_ from the sea. At least another solid week of rain to come.
Of course I wouldn't get sodden socks and trousers if I wasn't such an effete Sydney type, and I just manned up and wore shorts and thongs, as nature intended.
Got a call at #work yesterday afternoon from somebody in #Bellingen asking if they could get their click and collect order bumped up a day, as they expected to be cut off today. But if three people in Bellingen flush their lavatories simultaneously the town's isolated for a day, so I thought nothing of it.
Come to think of it, it has been rather wild weather, but as the wine cave sits atop a tarmacced-over sand dune, it would require Old Testament divine intervention before I was immediately troubled by rising water. I briefly considered taking a wander down to the low-lying areas of the village for a stickybeak, but it does look rather damp and horrible out there, and I am so warm and dry in here.
#Ex-DLW lives just metres away from Chinamans' Creek; maybe I should text her. Nah. No point poking a sleeping bear with a stick. Auntie Chez will call me if things get really exciting.
The angry hornets of lawn maintenance have descended on the grounds about the wine cave, in their distinctive bright yellow livery and floppy hats. We've only a few postage-stamp sized patches of lawn, but they spend hours gnawing away at it, buzzing furiously. Trying to ignore it. Not going anywhere in this heat. The sunshine is _everywhere_ around #Sawtell today. No wonder we're attracting pests.
Day off. Got tired of moping around so I went to Bogan Bay see if the bridge across the creek was still closed. It's not, and the tide is going out tomorrow afternoon, so if I'm feeling brave I may walk into #Coffs via the beach.
Picked some lantana flowers on my way back around the headland, and stuck them in a licensed Bill the Cat mug. Such a loss to the world of flower arranging.
There, that's brightened the place up a bit, hasn't it grandad? Are you ready for your custard? Y'like your custard, don't you?
Did the #Sawtell to #Coffs beach walk today. A leisurely two hours. Doddle. Slathered my face and arms in sunscreen. Didn't occur to me that of course I would be taking my shoes off. My feet are lobster red and throbbing. Not looking forward to a day at #work in safety shoes tomorrow.
Crikey, I don't know where your posts go. Maybe they take longer to get to Broken Hill. Sorry to hear about your lobster feet. Very impressed you did that walk, it's a long flat, long... flat beach. Serious flaneur training, though. Just think of the excitement when you do a similar walk along a pavement.
I've come to sit in the park by mistake. Didn't occur to me that it's Sunday; not quite as peaceful as anticipated. Cars coming and going, and some sort of sporting carnival on at the surf club, with muzakal accompaniment in between announcements and starters' horns. And a woman two picnic tables down enjoying a long phone call on speaker. The phone's on the table in front of her but, in a voice like a squeegee across a car windscreen, she's shouting as though hailing somebody across the street. #CoffsHarbourLifestyle
Continuing with the holiday in Bellingen. We are eating like Chihirios parents, https://youtu.be/7cv5p1XNuDw?t=75 I keep dreaming about being homeless in the outback with my bicycle, some bread and a tin of sardines.
#Listening to The Infotainment Scan, which you have to do every now and then, like a mental FAT32 disk defragging. When it first came out, I spent about a month thinking "I don't get it." Then one evening on the way home from work, headphones on, as the train pulled away from North Sydney station, I must have been just the right mix of drunk and exhausted, and suddenly I was in another world and my brain has never been the same again, thank MES. #Fall
Another long day at #work today. Knackered. I can barely feel my feet, which is handy because when I can feel them they don't feel good. However I'm on track to earn double what I made last week: rent plus $20. #SwingsAndRoundabouts #CoffsHarbourLifestyle
Went to the bowlo Chinese in Iluka once. Nicer furniture than Nelson's at #Sawtell, which perhaps accounted for the prices being almost double, but otherwise identical.
I think there's a college you have to go to before you're legally permitted to run a bowlo Chinese.
In year one, you're taught how to flash fry strips of various meats with tinned/frozen veg and douse it with unnaturally glossy, gelatinous, and saccharine sauce; this is the elementary bit of the trade. In year two you master the art of being relentlessly convivial. By the end of your final, and most difficult, year you must be able to fluently speak English in the Monty Python cod Chinese accent, which no untutored Chinese speaker of English could ever do.
On graduation you are presented with your contract to conduct business in a randomly selected regional Australian town, along with a petite but fearsomely intimidating wife who lapses into Cantonese when really angry (which is often), a laminating machine, and a shipping container full of paper place mats which entertainingly describe the Chinese zodiac.
A colleague at work is a self-proclaimed lover of chinese bowlo food. I get recommendations of places to eat and quizzed on my far flung bowlo gastronomic adventures. I am still at a loss to why and I struggle to offer any discerning features between meals.
I should have done the same. Instead I had a restless night of non-sleeping. It's the knowing I have a ten hour drive today followed by another the next day which makes the lack of sleep so fucking inconvenient. What are you up to this week? I may actually be on your side of Australia by Monday.
Couldn't sleep. Weird nightmares where I didn't even feature as a character. It was like watching TV. New milestone for me; I'm now so unremarkable that even my own subconscious has forgotten I'm here.
Got up, checked the lack of election results, went for a dawn bike ride round the flat bits of #Sawtell. The only bit that counted as exercise was getting the bike back up the stairs, but at least I left the flat for the first time in two days. #CoffsHarbourLifestyle
Sounds like the AP isn't factoring in mail-in votes, but I still don't see enough states they have called for Trump being that close. Fecking DNC - as bad as the PLP. Is it too late to get Bernie back?
Watching the US talking-heads as they get called from Australian ABC News US Election coverage. It is 4am over there and I find it astounding how carefully they have arranged their books, flags and memorabilia... must be time to turn in, this is not going to end soon.