i drank a lot but didn't seem that drunk

It was the whisky, I suppose. It has that effect if you take it occasionally. I started out at the State Library. Yeah, the State Library bar. No, I started the afternoon at the State Library looking up various great things, and finding a few (I am going back there this afternoon to get other things I didn't get around to getting this time) and then to Greg's to attend to a couple of minor things re: the comp, then back to town to the Pony (via Pellegrini's - still the best coffee in the world) to see New Estate play a great show to a small priveleged crowd. We all had to get out of there fast because these weird, stuck up tap dancers showed up and started bossing everyone around. I was already pretty into whisky by that stage so I was less affronted than I might have been. Then we went to a housewarming party for some friends of Olivia's in north Coburg, who seemed like very nice people and they had a music room which unfortunately many people took as a reason to play some music. Actually I did that too, now I remember. Damn. The house had great decor, old cartoons from the Bulletin etc. Looked terriffic.

At about 2 am Mia and I walked to Pascoe Vale and got a taxi.

I did drink a lot, it was only Ballantyne's whisky but I think that is still an alcoholic one. but I feel fine today. Maybe I am kiddin' myself.

I have been reading Ada Holman's Sport of the Gods. It was a runner-up in C J De Garis' great Australian novel competition, 1921 and she won a hundred pounds for it. She was wife of William Holman, a NSW Labor premier, and a staunch feminist. The book was published by C J De Garis publishing and I am going to look into the books he published as an expression of his personality and ambitions, if that is possible. The same way W F Archibald's Bulletin was a vast rich text about W F Archibald, qv Sylvia Lawson's The Archibald Paradox. Or is all this just the whisky talking.

sons of beaches

Sons of Beaches was the third Australian Crawl album. James Reyne was made to sing in a way that meant you could decipher every third and fourth word, rather than just every second one. I listened to a bit of it on the way to work this morning and wasn't that knocked out by it. Mind you, it took me a while to get into Sirocco, and I appreciate your being so patient with me on that one.

Yesterday I washed Millie and Charlie. Millie used to get very excited about being washed but now she just sits there and lets it happen - clearly enjoying herself very much. However, she took a long time to dry. Charlie is easy to dry. They stayed more or less clean for a while though I noticed Charlie had mud splashes on her chest this morning.

I borrowed A. A. Holman's Memoirs of a Premier's Wife from the library. Sure to be saucy.