What a weekend! I forever bemoan the fact that I never have two seconds to just sit down but when you’re having this much fun it’s hard to care.

Firstly, Mix Master Mike. What. The. Fuck. So, so, so good. Seriously, I’ve seen DJ Craze, Q Bert and many others and MMM was as good, if not better. Big arsed party set with seamless scratching all over the place. His set was chopped up like a trick set but flowed like a party set. Oh to be a ‘music journalist’ to be able to explain it just that little bit better. I was even punched in the face mid-set by a stray left-hook after a scuffle broke out on the dance floor. But even that didn’t bother me in the slightest as I was having such good fun. (He mixed Smells like Teen Spirit, into a Killing in the Name/Sound of Da Police mix, into War Pigs!! What. The. Fuck!)

Then, on Saturday night I had my belated house warming party. Good times had by all and massive amounts of alcohol consumed. In fact, as a household we supplied literally a bath full of beer. I’m pleased to report that it was all drunk. The rain stayed away and we rocked it until the next morning a which point I passed out only to wake up a few hours later with that familiar sense of ‘oh fuck, I’m going to spew’.

So what do you do after a good spew and trying to deal with a massive hang over? That’s right kids, drink some more. So I went to the footy with my Dad and Bro and proceeded to get quite pissed there. Hawkers lost in the last 30 seconds of the game but it was a great game of footy and we played pretty well - can’t ask for too much more than that.

Of course my gout it now giving me hell to remind me that I really shouldn’t drink so much.

And finally, this morning I got the opportunity to photograph my house mate’s tits. A rare pleasure and should I ever be called upon to do it again I will happily oblige (she’s rackolicious!!). In order to increase the chances of this happening again I will not be posting the photos here.

That is all.