Now Is A Time For Doughty Men

29 and 30 June – Survived another morning at the household and another day at the office but was off at the crack headin’ back towards Redfern way for a last hurrah.  Despite cleaning the bathtub of the roadside detritus for the first time in quite a while it didn’t get any use disappointingly.  Ate three too many pizzas over the course of the day but digested them without too much trouble.  Following the sophisticated cultural jaunt of latter days went to the political musical we had to have and it was absolutely the musical I had to see.  Generally have very little time for the genre but when it’s done right it’s f**king awesome.  Most of the actors didn’t really resemble or even sound like their real life equivalents but it didn’t really matter.  In fact, the only thing that mattered was that you would have had to have liked Keating to enjoy it and I did and it was great (helped that I did a bit of research on the Redfern speech just prior to seeing it).  Can only imagine what the real Paul’s reaction might have been to the love in – not really possible not to have swollen his already rather large ego.  Had a happy ending mainly because they changed it from reality.  Previous night’s boxing paid dividends and was up early to grab a truck and soon had four doughty men donating to the moving karma pool and performing fine labours (not breaking the rules of physical geometry like getting into Glebe but worthy work nonetheless).  Was very surprised at how well it worked all things considering – cleaned for a couple of hours (up to my standards, hopefully up to landlord’s standards but very doubtful it’s up to one certain individual’s standards but tomorrow will tell on that one).  And now, I’ve got a new place to live for a while.  What have I let myself into?  An evening at a cocktail party on the North Shore was suitably restrained but I certainly know what side of the bridge I’m from these days (even if geographically confused at the moment).