All quiet on the blogging front

After a remarkably pleasent Christmas Eve, Christmas and Boxing Day, there's really very little to report that's blogworthy.

Christmas Eve saw me hanging out with old friends Hugh and Chiara, who I met within my first year of moving to Melbourne in 1986 . Although we only catch up a few times each year now, we slipped straight back into easy banter and rapport over lunch in the Westgarth cafe strip, around the corner from their home.

That night I rang my girlfriend Cerise to wish her the compliments of the season, only to be invited on the spur of the moment over for a roast dinner with her and her housemate Melody, and a couple of their friends. Much wine, champagne and absinthe was also consumed, making for a delightful evening.

Christmas Day saw me open a bottle of bubbly at breakfast, a bottle of red at lunch, eating prawns with lime juice and chili, grapes, a fruit platter, icecream and shortbread, and watching the first three episodes of the US TV series Rescue Me, which features a fireman who talks to the ghosts of his dead friends, among other characters. I'm really enjoying it, and I'll write more about it later.

That night I went to my DJ partner Peter's house, and hung out with a grand crew of people at a sort of alternate Christmas party. Booze, powers and pills were consumed, and there were grand conversations and hugs throughout the night and into the early morning.

Yesterday I didn't crawl out of bed til late in the afternoon, and only stopped feeling seedy at about 7pm. That's the price you pay for a delightful couple of days, I suppose, but goddamn it was fun. I hope you had a good couple of days too.

We now return you to your normal schedule.