Black is not a Colour

I showed up an hour and ten minutes early for work this morning. Anyone would think I love my job. Well here's to not meeting any more cranky old men who dislike Malaysians and Hyundai's for no good reason. If you think your life is hard, imagine that your house and pets and everything you've ever known had been washed away in an instant. Oddly enough, those people that have experienced such an event are the ones who complain the least.

On a more positive note, I am going to join the barage of bogans that will reign down on Sydney Showground tomorrow. I will be the one without an Australian flag. It may just be my last opportunity to witness Iggy Pop giving a semi-decent performance without a shirt, before such a scene is outlawed as indecent. A lesson to anyone considering taking up drug use, you will age quickly, and it will not be graceful.

Speaking of grace, my family were surprised with a one time performance by the infamous Dok Holiday, DJ extraordinaire, this last Saturday evening. Leaving his decks at home, the dashing dread-headed DJ gave his finest rendition of Tenacious D's 'Tribute' with the help of a skilled, but hitherto unknown, guitarman. The mike stand remained intact, just. It was an instant hit. In the performers own words, he was 'born to sing at this party', and a marvellous tribute to a tribute. The evenings celebrations were capped off with a dramatic display of fireworks (real, not metaphorical), some sentimental words, a misunderstood work of art, hangovers, noise complaints, younger brother's tales of exploding men, and a strong desire to get into the pyrotechnics industry.

Here's hoping tomorrow's festivites, Iggy Pop's performance aside, will be as memorable as a humble family gathering. Just for one day I may leave my feelings about the mutilation of the English language at home, and bust out a 'Yeeew!' or two.

For now it's back to the phones. If you feel like calling someone today, may it be a friend and not your insurance company.

xox