A damaged doomed Charles Bronson stumbling on this earth.

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redcountess and I had a Quiet Night In on Saturday playing card games. Of course, we have computers for that sort of thing now. No wifi networks visible from the hotel room.

Up nice and early on Sunday. I chatted for an hour to arkady and then Liz and I departed for smilesnspiders' country mansion in Beveridge (Melbourne does a great name in silly place names), on the gravel road somewhere past Mickleham. Spotted several open networks in the city along the way. We had a lovely catchup with Fran and Glenn, met their rat, Mouse, and watched videos of Fran's goth fashion parade appearances. Fran now thinks of Melbourne strictly as somewhere she goes to work.

We met seedy_girl and thorfinn at Alasya for dinner. They are appallingly cute together. Thorfinn has a kung fu moustache and beard. I see a film: The Ocker Master. "That's not a knife. This, this, this, this, this, this and this are knives! Mate!" Ten-minute treatises on seasoning your wok. It'll be a cult classic.

This morning, Liz noticed my right nipple ring was missing. FUCK! Half my personality gone! Nothing holding my tit on! A visit to Piercing Urge will be required soonest possible. I suppose it's good it happened in the city I got it done in ...

Then to the twin propeller 737 to Perth. On Virgin Blue, the passengers hold their arms out and chant, "I do believe in aviation! I do believe in aviation!" They don't have pay toilets only because it hasn't yet occurred to them. We passed up the chance to buy Richard Branson's autobiography.

We survived a day of the family. None of you came to visit me, so you all suck. Paul, get a damned journal.

Carla has suggested a pub meet at the Windsor Castle Thursday or Friday. Dom and Carla are apparently sorting out good days between them. Details to follow. There might also be a small BOFHbof on whichever day that isn't. Liz is thinking Lazar's for some serious cow.