Deciding on a roll of the mental dice to get up on Saturday morning, I went to the discount outlet centre at Birkenhead Point in the hope of adding a few tasteful polo shirts to the wardrobe. It was complete waste of time, on account of everything there was more expensive than usual and pretty tasteless. (For the most part, I only wear black, navy and grey clothes with nothing written on them - clothes that don’t stand out and are neither in fashion nor out of fashion.) You’d be surprised how hard it is to find stuff like that. Then, on the way back, I took the train and the conductor called out the wrong stops I think so I jumped off in Redfern and had to catch a bus.

Forest Gump was on the TV Saturday night and I feel I need to say publicly that FOREST GUMP COMPLETELY SUCKS. Really. It’s easily one of the most annoying films I’ve seen.

Sunday James invited me out for Yum-Cha which is Chinese that comes on a cart in a big noisy restaurant. It was my first time and I totally recommend it since everything’s tasty and usually fried. Mmmm. James’s friends are alright too, although they automatically assumed I was gay since they all were. Afterward, we walked up to Pitt St and I bought a copy of the Violent Femmes’ Add It Up compilation at a cheapo CD store James showed me. I realise now why I hardly ever buy CDs, since what I really wanted was a Jesus and Mary Chain record that they should have had but didn’t.

At the bus stop there was a girl who looked just like Liv, complete with English accent. Goshdarn jailbait.