This Blog Site Is Crapiola and I am so out of here!

I know I keep saying it but fucken hell this is the worst site to host a blog. The bloody thing doesn't show my posts as per how I write them. The photo upload is just nothing short of fucked in the head and as for the other features like how many people have visited your site it goes from 220 readers for an entire three fucken years to 20,000 in one day. Save me please!, I know I have read my own blog more than 220 since I started it so that is just fucken codswallop. Computer nerds please help me move to another site!

Blur + Alison Moyet + Donner Summer = Moby Disk

Even hard line christian fundamentalists can get it wrong when it comes to their religion and even though some in the name of their God travel to Mecca to be crushed or blow themselves up in the name of Allah or give money via mobile ATM's to Brian and Bobbie Houston I bet none of them had to do it whilst listening to Blur mixed in with Alison Moyet and topped off with a hint of Donner Summer. There is a bloody limit to how far one should go in the name of their religion and I draw the line at this I really do.

So I stood with a mere handful to watch Fletch spin his records in my hometown. I have to say I had gone with a great amount of expectation but it didn't take very long to realise that there was a reason this event was free. I mean I guess if I went round to Fletch's house for dinner and he was putting on some tunes then I guess he can play whatever he likes but I am still at a loss as to his play list selection?

I felt it only fitting to show up since Fletch was decent enough to have me on his door list at every show in LA last tour. I was grateful for the free drinks, nibbles and idle chatter with Martin but if he ever invites me over to his house to listen to some tunes, well I think I will stay at home.

Fletch!

Only one more sleep till Fletch hits the decks in Sydney. Strange, spooky and surreal, Fletch in the flesh, in SYDNEY and all this for FREE! Two words I love and they are DM and FREE! Hey it beats legging it to the Wiseman's Ferry and having to share a fucken Tepee with a bunch of teenagers, so I am taking the free DJ slot in the big smoke, heaven knows what it will yield.

Oh Yeah And She Can't Type Either!

Don't expect a response from the other Jodie about how I talked her up, she can't type. That is one thing I forgot to mention, can you believe in 2011 that there is someone who can't type, well there is. Poor Pet!

Jodie + Jodie = Love

Above is a photo of the author, right and the sister Jodie, stage left. I know Jodie occasionally reads my blog, like she needs to know what my mind is up to when I only speak to her about four millions times a day.

Rare in this world do you meet someone that you pretty much experience the biggest moments of your life with be it marriage, children, husbands, friends, hard times, good times and all those times in between and even rarer still do you meet someone that you can talk continuously too non stop from Sydney to L.A to New York then spend a few weeks talking then get back on the plane and talk NY to LA to Sydney non stop and then some.

We have seen and done it all and every now and then we find out something new about each other and it excites us no end.

Yes I hate marzipan and have a sick fascination for doors I am a klutz and am incapable of holding too many bags without tripping I also potter around anywhere from between 30 minutes to an entire day before being forcibly dragged to the shower, yes I want to be clean but dang it if it doesn't mean I can't keep talking.

And as for Jodie part 2 well she puts cream in her coffee has no idea who Margo Fontane is, listens to Christian radio in the car eats Kentucky Friend Chicken but stays slim, cant blow dry her hair, doesn't eat fruit and always always laughs at my fluffs.

We have travelled the world together, many times over and never grown tired of the continuous conversation or passengers handing their rubbish to us. And I ask how many of you out there can claim to have seen each others Kiama blow hole and come back for more? How bout none.

So you see if it weren't for the fact that I like to have a front row seat at wedding rehearsals then I would not be saying that Jodie is without doubt the best friend I have ever had.