Firstly, I don't think my head has entirely recovered from Falls. That's how good it was. My feet definitely haven't. (Imagine my shock when I tried to wash the dirt off my feet on Monday night only to find half of it was bruising from the gigantic sweaty lovefest that was Franti.) (Also, Josh from Canberra, I have your jumper still. I didn't mean to steal it.) (That is so not what it sounds like by the way, you lot.)

The weirdness is not improved by the fact that Blogger has decided to be all in German today. Given that the only German I speak is "Das ist meine hamburger" it took me a few minutes longer than usual to log in. So a quicker post, as I'm on my way to work, but I feel the need to plug a certain event happening at the Annandale Hotel this Friday.

It had to happen eventually. The band I have resolved to spend 2007 plugging even more mercilessly than last year, Cloud Control, are headlining their very own gig at the Dale. Stoked! But imagine my shock'n'awe when, as I wandered Belle-like up Australia Street with my nose buried in this week's Drum, to scan the gig listings for what is now my local (huzzah!) and find that they are being supported by no less than four entirely awesome bands - all of whom have played SClub nights at Candy's.

Spooky? Or are we just so cool now that every other kid in the playground wants to be JUST LIKE US? Who gives a flying cumulus - just get there.