out at parramatta yesterday for… ahem… client meetings, i stumbled on the biggest harris farm yet! there were bowls of cheese and little tubs of yoghurt out for sampling, and many exotic wafers and mayonnaises and fizzy. mmm… free cheese. eventually i came away with a little bottle of grapefruit fizzy, a large bottle of apricot nectar and a tub of parsely and almond pesto. slurpy yum! the whole experience made me joyful and so, so wistful. aisles upon aisles of big fresh shiny produce, colourful things in bottles all piled up… and me, never ever in parramatta.

a nap later, there was waikiki, a cute band with really nice graphics, which they sometimes put on stickers that you get with the cd. is it bad to like a band because they have a cool logo? last night at the gaelic club, a lovely venue, they sang pretty and in tune and did shimmery tambourine moves and flicked hair about, and the rhythm section sang along even when they weren’t singing into microphones… but it seemed strangely unemotional, as though they were holding out for the whole show, and not until the last song – “this is our last song” – did they truly rock out. by which time my eyes were too sting-y from cigarette smoke, the floor was too sticky with spilt beers to do a hands-in-pocket foot shuffle, and i was completely over the girls in front of me who kept leaning in to talk during the show, and flicked their long ponytails about, and stood arms akimbo with their elbows sticking way too far behind them. pah. girls.