Makeover!

Having watched a short episode of queer eye for the straight eye, and being in sydney and all, I thought it was time to make over my blog. Oh, and I'm at the house of a technically literate friend, who has had a little play with my laptop and FIXED it up. She is so good: a techie who can communicate with people like me. Hurrah. So thank you G from another G.

This morning's stroll along Shelley Beach was just divine, walking through the rock pools and wandering up the steps of the local surf club. There is just something so evocative about the coloured concrete steps, open ceilings and atmosphere of beachside buildings... I had a flash of the nutgrove beach change rooms, which are the most "manlyish" part of that city.

Here is a link to the lovely Hermione's podcast... I actually don't really know what podcasting is, but I think I can follow this enough to work out how to hear H's musical programming...

Here is my list of some of the Australian musicians that still make me proud:

The Go Betweens
The Church
Not Drowning Waving
Midnight Oil
Sarah Blasko
Nick Cave
Mia Dyson
Nick Parnell Trio
Xavier Rudd
The Clouds
Falling Joys
INXS
Shane Murray

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