BEE-BOP BEE-BOP

Elvira needed to pick up her bass guitar (I'm not sure if the 'guitar' is superfluous or not, but anyway) and she didn't really wanna pay for parking in the city ($14 minimum!) so Linus and I were given the orders to drive around the block a few times until she was ready to be picked up. First of all I can't drive, and secondly Linus can't really drive a manual all that great, and he doesn't have the best record for driving cars in general (a few accidents) and doesn't have a license for manual cars, so we were certainly in for an adventure.

Suffice to say apart from some near misses (aren't near misses crashes?! you nearly missed; you didn't miss, anyway) no horns were honked but we did do some last minute lane merging and got into some shanigans (!) but we didn't die. The point is we were driving around in circles and it started to seem like we were those cars in Grand Theft Auto that just drive around until someone car jacks us... funny. ANYWAY maybe you had to be there, I dunno...

ALSO: On the train on the way up to Brisbane the train (now that's superfluous!) was full of kids. But not normal grubby, wipe-their-noses-on-their-sleeves style kids, oh no! These kids were stylish. The girls had dresses, and funky skirts and stockings with boots, and the boys had polo shirts with their collars up, and one girl (who was like 2-3) had a flowing skirt and hip doll shoes, and they were strutting their stuff, doing mini catwalk runs up and down the train. It must have been some sort of model convention or something, but these kids were cool cats. There was one scruffy kid, who must have been some sort of rebel (he plays by his own rules man!) who wasn't dressed up, but had torn jeans and a black t-shirt, who was strangling the model kids. That kid rocked! I could just imagine him with some sort of drugged out 5 year old, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, wearing some badass sunglasses, not caring what other thought of him.

My hero in 5 year old form.

I'm Elliott Scott, idolising 5-year-olds, signing off.

PS. Lot's o' punctuation marks today!