it never rains, it slores

Claudia insisted that I post with this title.

People say that I am a slore, but that is not true. I am as sweet and innocent as a little lamb [proof]. Claudia, on the other hand, is indeed a dirty great slore [proof]. Of course, I cannot write about the source of this title.

I write thousands of words a day but my poor little blog has been very neglected of late. So, in yet another catch-up post, here is what has happened:

• Future Music Festival at Randwick. Felix da Housecat was the highlight, not necessarily musically but certainly the most fun. Carl Cox was a bit disappointing. The walk from Randwick back to Oxford Street was a killer after a day of dancing
• Last week I went out, on seperate nights, with: Walking Rek, Sonia, Kirsten, Claudia and Megatron. Saturday night with Claudia was, of course, the best night. She rocks.
• Went to the beach twice to try and make myself more happy. It worked.
• Cooked a mushroom risotto with 7 kinds of mushrooms. Megatron liked it.

Coming up, I have JohnBoy’s party on Friday followed by the V Festival on Saturday. The next weekend, Easter weekend, I am going to The Great Escape with C for three days. I also have Erick Morillo at Home with the Party Posse on the Sunday night. I am gonna be tired.