It's hot. There's no two ways about it. It is also bright. Thus my dislike of wearing sunglasses "because they make me look mean" simply must be overcome.
I thought about actually being mean yesterday, to match my new image, and said something particularly insulting to Gareth. Vashti overheard and exclaimed "JO! That's not like you!" and immediately I cracked, ran to my bedroom and didn't come out until I was ready to be good. That didn't take long to be honest and, when I emerged, Gareth said he hadn't even noticed anything insulting. Typical!
So…mean is off the checklist. Plus, most of these Australian folks who all wear sunglasses seem pretty lovely. I can't imagine Mrs Mangle ever having actually existed.
So yes – I am in Australia!! It's incredible. The 22 hour, horrible, stuck-in-a-small-seat-next-to-
nightmare-has-no-concept-of-
arm-rest-etiquette-snores-
all-the-time-man was all worth it!
First gig tonight in Melbourne. Yesterday was mostly spent rehearsing and working out new arrangements for songs because it's just the three of us now (Vashti, Gareth and myself).We also did a radio show and found a wee bit of time for exploring (which we mainly spent getting on and off the wrong trams. Such TOURISTS!)
We did get to St Kilda beach for a jaunt too. It's just beautiful there. Hazy and blue and yellow and the air full of kites and birds.
I spent some time there musing on jellyfish. We passed a big one which seemed stricken on the edge of the water. Stricken or dead. I had a very strong urge to poke it with a stick. But then I realised it might still be alive and I could hurt it. And I am a good vegetarian so this was out of the question. But then I wondered – could it just be sleeping? Do jellyfish sleep?!? And if they do sleep, where in their weird body does that sleeping occur? In those squiggly blue bits? And what would a squiggly blue jellyfish thought be like? Does a jellyfish even have nerves? Thus would it even matter if I poked it with a stick?
Do jellyfish contain gelatine?
On and on.
What am I LIKE?!?! Wasting valuable Australia experience time thinking about jellfish psychology!
But seriously… if anyone knows the answer to any of these questions do let me know. Please!
So… that was yesterday. Today is gig day. But there was time in the morning for eating pumpkin, wandering around St Kilda and along the beach again. I'm currently sitting under a palm tree watching some people have a "Barbie". I'm trying not to pretend this is Home and Away!
Well… I'm writing this blog in a wee book under the palm tree, but later I will be typing it in an under-air-conditioned internet café on a keyboard so spongy it feels like typing on the moon.
One tries not to think about how much dirt it takes to create a zero gravity feel to a keyboard.
Not so much other news to report except… kangaroos are actually real… they're not a joke. And that whilst pondering if the sign at the end of the bath that said "Non-slip bath-mat available on request from reception" meant that the bath was slippy, I did indeed slip – spectacularly – and now have some pretty fine bruises and a 1/2 a lung full of water.
This is the only nasty piece of news. And not enough to even begin to dampen my spirits at being here. All else is sunshine and wonderment.
More soon. G'Day!
Jo xxx
(P.S. I didn't, in the end, poke the jellyfish with a stick. Just in case you were concerned.)
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I forget... Am I getting a wallaby or a kangaroo?
Mean Jo sounds awful. I can find you pretty intimidating when you're being nice. Heavily bruised Jo, shooting water from her lung and making mean comments at me in her darl glasses would probably send me into a fear the likes of which haven't been experienced since Bruce Campbell in The Evil Dead (not the actual film, but just the actor wondering what the hell he was doing with his life).
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