dragged to the Turf Club Markets at 8 AM today albeit not kicking and screaming when I remembered how good and cheap the avocados are, and the coffee, and the delicious japanese vegetarian pancakes that my housemate Bobby Sunflower (not his real name) and I devour on a weekly basis whilst checking out the hot dads.
OK, Friday night was brilliant – TALENT IMPLIED 2011 launch (beautiful picture above by the gorgeous Sommer Tothill). One of my fellow Bali-goers Terranette (not her real name) came over around 3pm with a bottle of red which we happily consumed on the back patio before heading to Mermaid Tavern for another wine and then on to Gov’s for the event.
Of course i had to read first, forgetting that at some point I’d told Sally Breen – the wondrous woman that makes it all happen – that I would MC. Not wanting to look the fool I pretended to remember telling her and suggested that i would just read the editors note from the book (which i wrote anyway) and all was fine, thank the lord.
So when you put a bunch of writers in a room and the wine is only $3 a pop, its imaginable the state we can get into. Whilst chatting outside to my fellow blogger Ira McGuire i bent down to retrieve phone from handbag that was leaning against the wall – i put it there i swear – but of course said bag was actually a plant growing out the side of the venue. What a nob. Had a few of us in hysterics for some time.
Some shots of Gov’s – rad venue:
The night was fabulous anyhow, everyone read superbly. Jimmy from Jimmy and the Saints and the Sinners sang beautifully and i had to stop myself from crying when he sang ‘I dont wanna set the world on fire – I just want to start a flame in your heart’ Mummy used to lullaby me to sleep with that song when i was very little and I’ve never heard it sung before.
We partied on back at Sal’s place with a mixture of us students and Gov’s crew.
Then the ones left standing (Timmy was being propped up) came back to mine and Ads, Ash and I stayed up till dawn which is around the time I thought it would be a smashing idea to climb the tree in the back garden – not shortly after I remembered I was scared of heights and Ads kindly helped me down, what a gent.
So as it’s my last Sunday in Queensland for a while, Mummy and Stepdaddy are driving down from Brisbane, Moët’s in the fridge, we’re going for lunch and drinks at Alto’s. Their tapas is pretty sexy.
Flights are booked for Friday morning, Karratha here i come!
PS. I’m a published writer now! as well as a tree-climbing, plant/bag mistaking piss head.