Another financial crisis looms and i've been sleeping on my friend Paul's floor (thanks Pauly) whilst looking for work and some permanent digs.

Sydney is supposedly the place to be for New Year but i couldn't really face it let alone afford it so i stayed in and watched telly. I was going to go up to the roof of Paul's building to watch the fireworks but i received a special phonecall at the appointed hour and so just heard them instead. Who bl**dy cares anyway!

Having repeatedly thought i'd left the crazy mind-scrambling heat behind me in Queensland and finally got back to some fresh normal hot weather, Sydney woke up to a record scorcher on New Year's Day, at 45 degrees. Only to drop by 20 degrees overnight and rain the next day. Aaargh! Somebody shoot me! x