Summer Camp

Mystery roll of film found --> brought for developing --> lo! and behold, memories galore!

Well, I guess 'galore' isn't really the right word for it, since only about 8 photos actually came out. The photos on that mystery roll were taken on my Action Sampler pretender, and it was a real blast from the (not so distant) past when I finally got my pictures back from the shop.

These were taken in all February 2007, when my ponies and I went for our sort-of-annual camping trip up near Forster, in NSW.

We slept till noon every day, then trekked to the beach or lake and ran around singing 'Wuthering Heights, ate  way too much chocolate cake, played with sparklers, and hung out at the pool across the road pretending we were fancy ladies at an expensive resort.

Everybody Get Down And Panic!

Fag Panic play their first gig of the year tomorrow night at the Sly Fox in Enmore, and guess who's back in the line-up?

Yes, it's yours truly.

Considering I haven't performed with them in about a gagillion years (which comes up to about a year and a half), some rehearsal time was in order. Of course, it ain't FP time without some dressing up time. And what's a good thing to dress up as when playing at a seedy pub? Why, I guess that'll have to be our 'crazy passe geriatric band' disguise. Obviously. As if you ever doubted it. I look like a child molester from the 70's. In case you need more evidence, here it is...

(I touch children in their magic spots)

I'm not quite sure if it's the Elvis glasses, the grey steel wool wig, or both together, that makes it all look quite so seedy. But it works. Or maybe it doesn't. In any case, that's what my head will be wearing on stage tomorrow night. I hear the 'middle-aged lesbian folk singer' look is gonna be really hot this summer, kids, so better start stocking up on your grey wigs now! Available at all good $2 shops!

Pony Club Time!

Back in Sydney, in time for New Year's. I left London on Boxing Day (a cold winter's morning), and after spending about 36 hours in a flying machine, I arrived to a sweltering summer's day. I guess going halfway around the world does have it's rewards sometimes.

The ponies were there to pick me up from the airport. It's pretty much been holiday-time since I've been back. All we've been doing is swimming, waking up late, cycling around the water, watching movies.
In the three days that I've been back, I've probably cycled more than I have in a year in London. I stacked it on the first night, and I've been a little bit more cautious since. I was going downhill, and couldn't find the slopey bit at the end so ended up just flying over the kerb. Flying's great, it's just the landing that's not so fun. I knew I couldn't do anything to stop it though, so I just tried to enjoy the ride. My hands and knees are a little bit grazed up, but nothing too life threatening. I'm just a lot more cautious on the downhill bits since.
I wish I could tell you about the spectacular items I've been knitting with all my free time, but the truth is, I haven't done anything.