My personal life has gone to hell. My professional life is flourishing. Ain’t that always the way..?

We’re two days out from a battle of the bands at the Foundry in Perth. The first in years. I hate the subjective bastards but I’m doing it anyway. Gives me something to do. Helps me keep sane. Barely… Actually, who I am kidding? It don’t help at all but as long as I’m still breathing (rather reluctantly) I can’t think of anything better to do.

No-one’s going to read this until I’ve long forgotten about it and it comes back to bite me in the ass.

PS. Reunion was great. So much so I basked in the glow of it for several months and fooled myself into thinking it would last forever. How wrong I was…

Please, for future reference, if I ever start thinking I’ve got my personal shit together, slap me and put me back to work with a big sign around my neck that says: “No. You f**king don’t.”