Full real this was one of the best gigs I’ve been to, ever. Everyone was there, and heaps of people I didn’t know but eventually met, like Jo and John and those guys that wanted to feel Morgan’s sock-stuffed bra (he went in drag and was a bit deflated when nobody commented on it, until the very end of the night when someone wanted to squeeze his tit.) The Bakery was decked out with a huge stage, mirrors on the wall and giant mushrooms for decor, and there was an Alice in Wonderland dress theme.

The lineup was Wilde Green Marsh, The Judy Planes, The Bank Holidays, 7 Day Weekend and Silky Krusher and the Sex, plus DJs. WGM are my old band that I left last year - they’ve replaced me with Jo on keyboards who gives it a very cool Rocket Science-type sound and are now suddenly loved by everyone. The Judy Planes are a new guitar/beats girlie thing that sound okay and, more importantly, look absolutely stunning. Their singer was rather friendly to Morgan, but it may have just been part of her ‘aren’t I wonderful?’ party schtick, or a pharmaceutically induced period of high spirits (not that Morgan wasn’t looking a catch in his new dress and strappy shoes - I’m just jealous). The other bands were neato too - 7 Day Weekend all have matching hairstlyes and they wore big matching flower costumes on stage. I heart them 4 eva - they play bangin’ electro. The last band, Silky Krusher and the Sex, had absolutely everyone dancing around like idiots. Tho their music was a bit forgettable, their energy and the lead singer’s performance was magic. The stage was covered in beer puddles by the end of their show. Actually, that may have happened earlier now that I think of it.

To add to the atmosphere the carpark out the back had a croquet court (c/w balls and mallets) and a setting for a tea party, presided over by Tomas as the Mad Hatter (move along everybody, move along!!). A bottle of champagne appeared out of nowhere and we all drank it from teacups while Tomas ran up and down on top of the table yelling at everyone and taking his clothes off. Some dude dressed as the Cheshire Cat sat on a tripod and grinned at us. Free beers were coming through from backstage - everyone there was a friend of someone in one of the bands so security wasn’t exactly tight. I think Tomas, holding a candle for ambience and in his underpants on top of the table once accidentally dripped wax in Kat’s hair. (Kat’s new boyfriend was there, but he’s a social phobic or something and always kept some distance away from people he didn’t know.) The night ended with Silky Krusher and the aforementioned slam-dancing. The poet Gabrielle Everall was there, with a nice conventional hairdo that really suited her. I dropped Tomas off at his awful new apartment in Fremantle. (I will go and see his new baby next week.)

I wish this was all happening last year. Things are just so wonderful now, especially with the Bourgeois Bogans. I want to be in a band again. Oh, and Tomas and I are thinking of doing a reunion show at the Castle - YAY!! I wanna do Psycho Killer: psycho killer ques que se - fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa you better run run run run run run awaaaaaaay!