We finally made it to see the Western Bulldogs just before the regular season ended. We played the Saints out at Moorabbin Oval (I'm like the ABC, I don't acknowledge naming rights sponsors). As a dual team household, this was not our first AFLW attendance of
With Tropical Fuck Storm, Cash Savage and the Last Drinks, Party Dozen, Grace Cummins, Exek, NPCede and Loose Lips, 1 November 2025 in Melbourne. Initially I was reluctant to go to this, an all-day outdoor music stage with $100 tickets. These things can tend to involve a lot of queueing
Before I waste a moment of your time let me just say: I can't help with the whole existential crisis part of desk work, the forever-creeping ennui, the black hole of anti-mojo. You're on your own with that. This is about the other aches, the physical
Libraries are good. That's about as controversial a statement as "ice cream is yummy" yet I must express it thusly because I've just been down to use the photocopier at my local library to make a very silly little zine. If you would like
When did Ballarat get so good? We spent this past weekend checking out Ballarat's International Foto Biennale. The Biennale exhibits photography in galleries, in local businesses, in public buildings and on the street, such that checking out the photos means checking out Ballarat too. What we found was
16 October 2025 in Melbourne, supported by Cat Hope. The Old Bar has got to be the best venue in Melbourne at the moment. There are so many great shows on, the sound is always good, and the tickets are always so cheap. This was $17 to see two absolutely
11 October 2025 in Melbourne, with Rain Dogs, NPCede and Dumbhead. (G.U.N were a late scratching from the line-up.) Adrian was on his final warning after picking the last show we went to which had left us at the mercy of confusing and (probably) occult forces. But to
The other day I was feeling a bit unsatisfied with my pursuit of hobbies. I realised I had fallen into a trap: focusing my hobby-related efforts on levelling up. There are things I can do in each facet of my life. Some of them well, and some of those that
25 September 2025 in Melbourne, supported by Cisco Savage and Snake Powder. I am yet to make sense of what happened last night. It was a late decision to go see Cong Josie play after Adrian spotted a gig poster while walking around Collingwood. Cong Josie, greaser heartthrob, whose album
In the last week or two I have entered two photography competitions. My entry in one of them was this dead microwave. It's highly unlikely anything will come of either entry, but it's satisfying to have lodged them. I entered them for my own amusement and
12 September 2025 in Melbourne, supported by Striborg, ESP Mayhem and Drealm. This was a cassette launch for Your Mothers Disgusting Window, a doomy sludge three-piece. But I will get to that. The first act was Drealm who may have been my favourite of the night. They played multiple drone
I've just started re-reading John Higgs' excellent book The KLF: Chaos, Magic and the Band Who Burned A Million Pounds (I am on a re-reading kick lately). I just finished the prologue which sets the book up as an attempt to understand what happened—why they burnt