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Saw Dylan Moran tonight. Felt motivated enough by his on-stage liquor habits to buy sufficient wine to drown a small colony of excited pygmies for myself. For those of you who read my last post, tonight's venture was much more successful than the last. I put this down to two reasons:
1. I placed my glasses of wine in front of my own feet, and
2. There was no one sitting behind me for the whole show.

Dylan himself was of course brilliant. He embodies most of the attributes I personally strive for, apart from the smoking. The fact that he gets the shits about... well most things... makes me feel a lot better about myself. The fact that the first half of the show lasted half an hour, however, made me question my financial motives. I think that after more wine during the interval he calmed himself down and got into the groove of things a little more, and the real Australian in him came out and bitched about the things that truly mattered, like having kids and how much better Maltesers are than marshmallows.