[30 April 2005] Morissey, Morissey, Morissey!
I'm unable to fill the request for a photo of my smashed CD. I have such a photo, but my PC refuses to recognise that my camera is plugged in, so I can't upload the photo.

Yesterday was a good day. A very limited amount of work, good coffee at morning tea and then good wine and snacks from 4pm. All work days should be like that.

Just before heading home I got a call from my brother inviting me to a Salford Lads Club gig. The Lads are probably the world's finest Smiths tribute band, and they have a loyal following in Wellington from those of us who never got to see the real thing.

A few vodkas and some BZP at Drake's place and a bunch of us head down. Was in a good mood but Drake and Casey fighting over money was a bit of a buzzkill (this happens so often). Rhonda and I ended up buying them drinks and things were OK I guess.

The gig was pretty much non-stop dancing and singing along, then staggering home and trying to sleep. I managed OK but apparently I was tossing around in my sleep and kept Rhonda awake. Not so lucky for her...

Today, as a consequence, was shit. I'm too old to mix three kinds of alcohol and not drink water and expect to get away with it..... 
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