bee feast

A postcard from Sensible in Sydney! Sweet Sensible. He assures me Australia does have culture, they just hide it very well in spectacular spiky buildings covered in mirror-glass panels. Sounds like he's having yer actual traveller epiphany. I'm not sure I'd want to learn that much about myself, which may be why I've never had the urge to venture further than the places I've been hauled to.

The tunes fairy brought a copy of 'Howl' (the most inappropriately-named album since 'Tweety Bird Reads Nice Stories To Her Chicks' by Napalm Death), for which I proceeded to show my gratitude by being the worst learner driver ever. I've successfully convinced myself that I can't do it, in spite of being able to, like, drive now when I couldn't a year ago. The trouble is that most of my achievements are done in Etch-a-Sketch - the new ones overwrite the old ones, only lasting for a second themselves before what I assume is my chronic ADD-sufferer of an inner toddler picks it up and shakes it out of existence.

Still, I made a rat once years ago and I still think it has a great expression of worry on its rat face.

More London next week, I think. Begone with the fucking perpetual mental nausea, please.