What I did on the weekend

Friday I was down, so I had some red wine.
People, who say that drinking doesn’t help, are dumb. Much like the people that say that money can't buy you happiness.
Alca-ma-hol is brilliant for slowing the brain, damping ambition, and helping one forget for a while.
All of these properties are useful.
Ran out of red and was rooting around in the cupboard for Scotch. All I could find was some J W black crap. I've run out of the proper Scottish stuff.
Was surprised to find a half bottle of Calvados. Spent ten minutes trying to remember where it had come from.
Finally decided 'fuck it' and drank a fists worth o fingers while I watched Lost in Translation DVD, while scoffing English chocolate (dark stuff with zest and spices I think.)
Great movie, but I don't understand why everyone thinks they had sex. It's obvious that they didn't.
It's a movie about aloneness. It’s also about how strange Japan is for Westerners.

Nursed a hangover on Saturday.

Sunday there was a coffee fest in Sydney.
Went down to take some photos with a photo group I’ve joined.

Would have had some coffee but the lines were stupidly long.

I don't queue.
Lost everyone else in the group.
Listened to some music.

 
There was a belly dancer. Belly dancers are much hotter then pole dancers.

Photos attached.

More Jazz from a while back...