Nigel the bemused

Nigel the bemused


The bundle of youthful energy now inhabiting my household, Mitch (right at a recent gig) returned from a party celebrating the end of uni exams just in time to watch the World Cup Australia v Croatia. I retired at half time and his Lordship did not think to wake me, or conveniently assumed I was watching it in my room (and therefore did not have to arise from his comfortable, warm sofa), and therefore did not wake me, prompting dark thoughts about selfish, ungrateful bastards. In a rare fit of pique I slammed the door as I left, and then found I'd locked myself out of the house and had to go back and get the keys. Very mature, Nigel.

We had this big discussion about sleep. I said I needed around 8 hours and he said everyone he knew could survive on 6 regularly. I did a quick Google search which said the average is 8 plus or minus 1 hour for most adults 20-60 years. Wrapping up my case, Your Honours, I regarded the prosecution as complete.

A day or so later he slept 10 hours.

I, on the other hand, am probably in the throes of pseudo-parenthood and sometimes don't sleep until after his Lordship and friends come home. When he is on holidays, and I am working, this is a little tricky to manage. As a result I have become neurotic, sometimes depressed and grumpier than usual and then infected with the common cold virus sweeping south-eastern Australia. I know summers would be less fun if we didn't have winters, but Escape sounds like a really good idea.

If any Melburnians would like to see Mitch and his Batman St band in action, come to Plan B Lounge, 274 Bridge Rd, Richmond on Thursday night. 6 July.

First photos

This is really experimental, just playing with the blog environment. Here is a photo of my housemate, Mitch, assembling a computer desk.

Hmm photos take forever to load. Why is it so?

First blog

Hmm. I just wanted to comment on a friend's blog.
Which leads to the important question, why am I here?

Enough

NB