Spent the day getting over the last. Red eyes, parched throat from screamin' at the winners of the silly awards. Walked around the city; it's so cold in this town, I'm typing this out with gloves on. Slept as much as possible, then off we all went in to Rundle St for lunch and Big Star records. Wondering around the city Jamie and I thought up band names to change Bluebottle into such as: The Wandering Clock Repairmen or The Gold Shop Runaways, Car Park Love, Inverted Sky later known as Perverted Sky, from then on the names got very un-publishable. Back to Paradise for a while then we all got dressed in our rock 'n' roll gear: studs and leather, the theme tonight. Off we went for a forty minute drive from Paradise to Glenelg, which is the same word spelt backwards – pretty x-file-ly if you ask me. The Holdfast Hotel is like your average everyday kinda surfy pub, even though there's no surf in Glenelg. Guys with long dready hair and surf brand t-shirts drinking a non-stop river of V.B, mate. So after loading in we ate a huge dinner at the hotel and sat around for the rest of the night. That's all you do on tour: load in, eat, and then sit around and drink 'till your on. Not very romantic. Not very exciting.

Art of Fighting were on first and had troubles with guitars and key boards, but were still impressive. The room slowly filling up with souls. Before Flat Stanley started there was a commotion up the back of the room. Going to investigate I found two girls scantly clad in Budweiser bodysuits and frizzly permed hair. They were a Budweiser promotion gone awfully wrong, wandering around the room offering people beer for $3.50. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was freezing even inside and these two poor girls were walking around with beer on a silver plate, dressed in no more than a face towel smiling at every thing that moved. Following them around the room all night was a strange looking man with tattoos all over his face and arms, he had a huge green picture of a dragon on his bald fore head. I don't know whether he watched the bluies, and I don't know what happened to the Budweiser girls but after we played they had all disappeared.

Flat Stanley rocked the room, now looking pretty full, with their impressive set. The stage was small and Paul Champion (Guitarist from Flat Stanley) had trouble keep on it, jumping around and almost falling off as I did during the end of '…Picket fence'. They finished with a bang and then it was time for the bluies to take charge of the situation.

The set tonight was:

Familiar
Give up the Ghost
Tap Dancing on the Titanic
Girl Genius
Requiem for the Holden
Return to the City of Folded Arms
Running Around the White Picket Fence
Smother it in Honey
Six Wheels
Homeless Blueless

So there you have it a rock set if there ever was a rock set. We played Requiem, which before this tour we hadn't played in years. That went down well, Girl Genius and Familiar were good too. By the second song I had finished my glass of red and there wasn't enough time to fill it up again, so straight from the bottle I sculled on stage, like Barnsey in 'Chisel's' farewell tour or Keith Richards every day of his life. Some fan had given me tooth picks and a banana before the gig, he said it would help my image??? Crazy fans are so cool. Once in Warrnambool some one gave me their hair piece and said it would bring me luck, or that time in Perth when an old man was in the bar during sound check, he took his glass eye out and rolled it down the table to were I was sitting.

After the gig Richard went out to some club to dance the night away while the rest of us went back to Paradise to sleep the night away. My teeth are constantly stained with red wine, it'll help ya sleep but in the morning you'll feel sort of like a year old grape. But you get that.

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