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My old band - the retardedly titled Come On Air - reformed recently. We had our first practice in the Drag Cabaret Room at the Imperial Hotel, made half-famous by being the setting for the christening of Priscilla, Queen Of The desert. It went well; we got through an old track called Can't Have Sex With This Girl, which is a lyrical shocker but catchy as fuck, and jammed out a couple of new tracks. It was good.

It's great to be playing again. Our lead singer got drunk and yelled a lot, and the drummer and I swapped duties a fair bit to spice things up. It looks like we'll be good enough to grab a couple of support slots, record a mediocre EP and then break up, going into the real world to get real jobs. Yep, I'm making those bold claims.

Uni is alright. My attendance is awful, but at least I now know the names of the subjects I'm doing, which wasn't the case until yesterday.... and uni started a month ago.

I'm going to see Nick Cave next month. Yeaaah!