Breakfast with Champions

I've been doing some thinking. Thinking I might take a left turn. Might not go back to uni this year, might get a healthy 9-5 job for a bit. Save up some real monies and go for a wander.

Had breakfast at Montsalvat with Luke yesterday morning. He talks of watercolours, concept bands and novel ideas. I let him wear my sunglasses, makes him look like Kurt Cobain at first, then a regular beatnik and then Warhol. Then he stops talking and actually starts writing his first chapter. Gets his guitar fixed and starts packing the watercolours to take to the Grampians. And I'm coming too, we're heading to the Grampians for a few days, leaving Tuesday...I could make another attempt with charcoal, probably appropriate, but somehow it always ends up a smudgy black cloud...No, things are a little different now.

It was V day

So we headed for the hills... Well Badger Creek at least. Luke and I had a lovely picnic, despite the very distinct lack of badgers. Had the park almost completely to ourselves, maybe just a few grannies dotted here and there, probably left behind since the departure of the last tour bus. I made a cake, a chocolate fudge cake, and applied my extensive stencil art skills in the form of icing sugar and heart shape, we ate it too. After meandering through Healesville, having an obligatory drink at the Healseville hotel we strolled into a nice little bottle shop that boasted an assortment of fine local and interantional wines. Thought we might find some cheap plonk to impress my folks with. We did, and very nice it was too. But also it was revealed to me once more that the world is really much more modest in size that it outwardly appears. We met Bec and Ben in the bottle shop. Bec is from Kangaroo Ground, (which makes us neighbours really) and contemplating dinner at Ginger Garlic in my hometown. Ben, it turns out, is great mates with Tom, Polly Tom, or rather, no-longer-at-Polly Tom. Ben was a bearer of a little bad news, Polly is changing it seems, the end of an era for many I think, sad really. But as an aside; Luke noted, and I think he might be right; we'll probably bump into Bec and Ben again sometime, there was that feeling, you know? Ah well, we'll see, hey.