Fin.

It's been a long time, it says Jobi goes to New Zealand.

Jobi went to Melbourne on December 29th. I went to a club called Sunshine People on New Year's Day. One of my favorites, Richie Hawtin played some nice minimal techno for 3 hours. It was a good set but lacked his trademark 909 and was a little slow. I randomly bumped into an old friend there. We lived together in London back in 1998 and travelled to Amsterdam one weekend. We fell out of touch 8 years ago and then ran into each other on the other side of the planet. Small world, eh?

In early January I got a 12 hour car ride from Melbourne to Adelaide where I visited my friend Jorgen for a few days. Adelaide's weird. It's a big city, but it's completely empty at night. It's really clean and well planned though. My highlight from Adelaide would be the Schutzenfest, a German beer festival. Jorgs and I decided to go at the last minute on a Saturday night. Jorgs won't pay for anything if he can help it, he's 18, hates TV, loves classic rock, and is basically mischief personified. We get along really well. The cost was $10 to get in, on Jorgs' insistense, we walked around the perimeter until we found a weak part of the fence and jumped over. We received an ovation from the drunks on the other side. We spent the next three or four hours getting drunk on stron German beer. Later that night I was sitting in a tent talking to some people when Jorgs comes sprinting past me out the back of the tent into an employees-only area. A couple of minutes later he walks back in the front, out of breat and laughing. Between gasps he explains to me that he was kicking a soccer ball when a security guard asked him to stop. There must have been a misinterpretation because insted of stopping he kicked the ball out of the guard's hand, then his walkee-talkee, then he sort of tackled the security guard and ran off. While he was telling me this story, two more guard came in the tent and went straight for Jorgs. Once again, he sprinted out the back of the tent. Ten minutes later I hadn't seen him, I was starting to think I was going to have to tell his mom that he got arrested, something I was not looking forward to. Then my phone rings, 'I'm outside, they won't let me back in.' Apparently he ran from them, lock himself in a toilet for 10 minutes, and they were waiting for him when he came out and gave him the boot. So we snuck into a beer festival and then got kicked out. I guess you can say we covered all the bases that night.


The Australian Open, now that was a great time. I do love some Grand Slam tennis. A group of us managed to sneak in four days in a row, not just on the grounds but all the way into center court. How did we do it? I'm not going to post something like that on a public website. If you know me, ask me the next time you see me. If you don't know me, buy my book. I'd say the best part was when 12 of us, from all over the world, all go in to see Federer, the #1 player in the world, play an epic 5-set match. I won't forget that night anytime soon.

Some time I really should write about:

• Rainbow Serpent
• Diving
• Bundy
• Byron Bay

(but it's probably gonna be a long time before i do so)