Al'Thor

Does anyone else miss those posts full of random and often stupid dot points? I KNOW I DO.

Lets get on with that important work.

• For years, I worried that I was not musically educated enough because I had no idea who Louis Burdett was. It took me until this week to discover that he is just some Sydney musician who knows Tim Freedman and who is, apparently, less than thrilled that a song written about him last decade is still way more famous than he is.
• Now that I think about it, it's possible that none of Tim Freedman's friends were entirely thrilled about that song.
• If you were taking your very young children to the zoo for the first time, and you started chatting to the guy you parked next to because he also had young kids, would you, in the short time it took you to get from the carpark to the main gate, tell him all about the fight you just had with your husband because his parents insisted that he go off to find firewood with them even though you had been planning this zoo trip for ages and had put it off several times so he wouldn't miss it and now he wasn't there anyway?
• If you did do that, would you be a little bit pissed if you ever found out that I put that story on the internet?
• The zip on my suit pants got so comprehensively stuck this morning that it took two hours to sort it out. I guess it's good that, after 35 years on this planet, in which time I thought I had experienced pretty much every available emotion, it was good to feel something entirely unique. It would have been better of that feeling was not best described as "Trapped in my own pants"
• Louis Burdett could probably swap a few stories with Marty Jones from California. For those who don't immediately recognise the name, Marty Jones was in every band that Adam Duritz played in before Counting Crows. It can't have escaped Marty's notice that his buddy Adam wrote a song about a couple of unsuccessful musicians dreaming about being famous, the result of which is that now one of them is, but it's not the one the song was named after.
• It's good to see that I'm not the only one who realised that the fastest way to irritate Malcolm Turnbull would be to say the word 'republic' on his first day as leader.
• Games invented by my children in recent weeks include "Pillow on You" and "That's not a beach, that's my head". A full list, possibly with explanations, will be posted on WDTAOK when I remember to do it.can be found on WDTAOK RIGHT NOW
• I'm not sure which is worse for my musical credibility - not knowing much about the Whitlams or knowing way too much about Counting Crows. It doesn't matter because, judging by the react I got from a couple of fellow bloggers when I revealed this snippet in an email chat last week, I will lose any last shread of credibility I may have once had when I reveal that I once played in a band that did a heck of a good cover of "Paradise City"

And that's it for now. At some stage, there will be a more coherent post about the most interesting weekend I just had, and, in particular, about a very fun evening with the two incomparably awesome young ladies better known to the internet as Actonb and Gigglewick.

And, really, props to them just for showing up after the Paradise City revelation.

A very happy rest of the week to you all.