We have checked into the hotel. The "data port" is a modem socket which they charge you $5.70/hour for the privilege of using (on the assumption that most guests will be connecting to work's iPass account and expensing every breath they're charged for). Now seeking an Internet cafe where we can just plug the damned laptop into an Ethernet port. (The laptop battery has arrived and works a treat.) The hotel air conditioning is fucking up our throats and eyes, but the alternative is 26°C and humid.
We are being flown over to Perth by the family from Monday morning to Tuesday morning. I fear I will not have time (or phone numbers) to contact my Perth darlings — please pass my apologies to them.
Friday night, we hope to be at Dream to play with the g*ths.
And remember: our phone number is here.
Update: Want to meet up with us in Perth? PLEASE DO. However, you will need to be able to make it to Wembley on Monday evening yourself. Text or call for more details, like the address.