MOOMINS M.C.

Monday night Gino and I went to the Nine Inch Nails concert at Metro.
And an awesome show it was too!!!
Absolutely deadly!!
They played some of the older stuff as well as the new stuff, all with equally tight performances.
What I found interesting and in a way expected, was the vast age range of the audience.
There were new NIN fans along side the more than seasoned ones, at one point Gino and I spotted a couple who would have to have been in their 50's.
Regardless of their age, most of the people there were wearing some sort of black, creating a sea of black with little fleshy orbs on top and some madly waving flesh coloured tentacles.
A couple of times Trent got a little self indulgent with some solo keyboard stuff that went on probably longer than it needed to, but hey that's all part of the deal isn't it?
The sound and lighting were very effective and added to the performance rather than detracting from it.
All in all. one of the most enjoyable show I've seen in ages, even if my legs were killing me by the end of it.


This morning was the first time that I literally couldn't face going to physio and hydro.
I woke up and the mere thought of getting my still broken arse out of bed and dredging my way through the endless ocean that is the monotony of rehab exercises, made me want to hibernate for the remainder of the day, if not the coming winter.
It held about as much appeal as making echidnas out of my eyes using toothpicks and then immersing my head in a bucket of freshly squeezed lemon juice for about 'longer than I can hold my breath', whilst having someone kick me repeatedly in the buttocks with great big steel capped boots on.
I tried to convince myself that it's not just about the rehab, that there might be something worth photographing on the way to and from the hospital, but even that wasn't enough to rouse me from my motivational atrophy.
I had simply become fed up with it, so I chucked my first rehab sickie, it's only taken 14 months.
The Moomins had the right idea, stuffing themselves full of pine needles and sleeping through the entire winter until the spring sun had melted away most of the snow and ice, and it was time to go about the usual important things that Moomins busy themselves with, like going on adventures or having deep and meaningful conversations about life's little mysteries.
Bring on next spring I say........


Speaking of pine needles, one of my mates Andy, recently returned form a trip to Sri Lanka with his girlfriend.


Being his first trip outside of Australia meant a culture shock was in store.
He come around briefly yesterday and filled me in on a couple of 'adventures' they'd experienced whilst roaming around the Kandi area.
The local driving style had him literally on the edge of his seat, the preferred speed being around 50km/h, but that's everywhere, even if it means driving around bends on the wrong side of the road in order to make the corner, with lots of tooting, yelling and arm gestures involved.
The dodgy tourist rip off merchants had spotted him straight away and attempted to separate him and his money on every occasion, luckily for Andy his girlfriend can speak Sri Lankan.
A bit of food poisoning from a street food vendor had him feeling significantly more off than the fish he had ingested and meant he had to make use of the local doctor, who apparently was more than keen in providing Andy with all sorts of drugs.
Andy also made a visit to a local dentist after a couple of his teeth had started to play up, yet another 'what, no anaesthetic?' culture shock.
Overall, he appeared to have enjoyed the experience and I suppose now has a much better perception of life outside of Australia, not to mention a new found appreciation for the comfy lifestyle we enjoy in the first world countries.
Therefore, it is my great pleasure to bestow the "Moomins M.C. Golden Sack ( Of Pine Needles )" award to Andy for his display of adventuring spirit and willingness to experience new lands, people and dodgy roadside culinary offerings.



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