Last Weekend of December 2006 -

Rachels final day in Australia and what more a fitting departure than a porkers gig at the Annandale. Resolute to go Dennis and Stixx joined me and the unlikely trio met with our very own Ms.Williams to wish her well in her travels to Buenos Aires and abroad. The Porkers were great as usual, maybe not their tightest set but their songs transcend that, they are an institution! And far happier than the previous time we'd seen them where Pete Porker clearly had the shits. Rachel and I met a woman called Tanya, she was in her 30's..

"It only gets better from here! The money is better, the sex is better, you have more fun! I love it! You think you're getting old? don't worry! Life only gets better and better!"

She had a shine in her eye and the purest of smiles. Rachel and I fell in love. Dancing the night away, we sat out back and listened to some of the Skankerchiefs, the band Rachel will be leaving behind to follow her adventure. "They're fucking perfect! Its the best shit man! Listen to this Sax! NO Listen to this Organ! THIS is what I'm leaving behind Pablo!.."

It's the cliche, as soon as we have it, we run away from it. As soon as things are perfect, we look to new pastures, never sitting around to enjoy our rewards, always leaving before we can wreck what we have created!

Ah but I'll miss Rachel, and be jealous as well. I made her promise to buy a digital camera so I expect many photo's of her world travels.

Which will surely not follow her initial plans.

So Saturday we went to Dennisses to gather and to then celebrate new years in Bondi. Bec Parker came. She looks great! and cool as always. Brett came over with his boyfriend, it took him to bring his boyfriend for Austin to finally believe the man is gay. Bretts' brother Stephen is also gay. They're two sons.

The parents know about Stephen but not about Brett. He took me into his car to listen to his brother's surprisingly good dance music, (who would have expected that a computer geek would turn to running a label and making dance music.. everyone I suppose) ..

"How do I tell my parents that this is it?, the end of the line.. how do I tell them that the name is not going to pass on, that this is the last generation?"

"Whoaaa.. Heaavvvyyyy... sooo heavy.. ohh man.. whoaa hahaha.."

..was the best answer I could give.

The night was spent with the crew walking around Bondi and wishing we could get closer to the Basement Jaxx gig we thought we could hang behind the strage at the beach. The boys had done it last year, this year the fuzz was onto the idea. Watching hooligans act tough and policemen chase them up and down the beach it reminded me of a british comedy or parody.

The long walk back home and the E's hit, we talked band, music, watched simpsons, Bec and Sarah came back and the topic changed to Making Jeff Fat.

Our goal for 2007 is to make Jeff gain twice his weight. Sarah was onto it "Gather around children, so you want to make a man fat? This is how you make someone fat".. and so with the skills and strategies that only a grand master of psychological mind play can harness she latched onto our good cause and gave us direction.. we have a good leader to our cause.

Sunday was trash city, as the guys went to Field day and got mega trashed on all sorts of synthetic and organic chemicals and solutions, I stayed with Jeff and Fatty. Watching telly and complaining, until coming home to a messy house to pass out on an unkempt bed and look forward to a new year. 2007. Completion.