No news is good news. Is it? I don't know if that's true. Well at least nothing bad has happened to me. I haven't been hit by a tram yet. Haven't really been out and about (economy drive = saving for New York) other than just wandering the streets of fair Melbourne and looking in shop windows.....and sometimes in shops. I'm a good girl I am!

Autumn (winter) has set in for certain and I have quickly realised that my denial of its onset (which included giving Mum all my warm clothes to take home in Feb) will only lead to me catching "My Death". So better invest in a thermal vest and maybe a scarf. Yes yes i know everyone at home has been struggling through the dark and seemingly endless nights of a British winter, blah blah blah but you must remember i only recently stepped out of my Aussie chrysalis to bloom into the now bronzed solar-powered sunbeast you see before you. God help me, it's got down to 14 here!!!! I've just read my postcard from Wellington, this very time last year, when it got cold and i had a boring Easter. Change the record de Jong for Godsake!

Other news. The Comedy Festival is starting imminently and every time i turn a corner in town i hope to bump into Dylan Moran or Joan Rivers but no luck yet. Did just see Helen Atkinson-Wood having a coffee though. I have however treated myself to my final luxury item (although it was only 12 quid), a ticket to see Geordie randomist Ross Noble. Granted, it is weird to go to something like that on your own but friendless beggars can't be popular choosers, now can they?

Other news. In my money-saving drive, i decided to go to a hair-dressing college and allow a "student" to cut my hair, which had become too long and split-endy. Yes, you know whats coming don't you? The promise of their mission statement "We strive for perfection" seemed fortuitous to me as did the $15 cost. However, as i was taken to the chair by a nine year old boy with pierced lips, who turned out to be "Don" my hairdresser for the evening, my suspicions began. I did feel like geting up and walking out. But i didn't. I felt Don deserved a chance. The lad's got to learn somehow - why not on me? I have faith, you can do it Don, i can tell you heart's in it. Go for your life Don!

The teacher came over and helped Don plan the cut. To be honest I don't know why they bothered. She should have just come over and said "Just f*** it up Don and save us all the chat". He spent the first 10 minutes combing my hair in long langurous strokes and staring at the back of my head. He was positively quivering as he raised his scissors to make the first cut. Which was of his own hand. Anyway he managed to make the first cut (of my hair) with blood pouring down his arm, only adding to my horror by laughing "my scissors are a bit blunt actually!".

Yes it did get worse as i sat there and allowed it continue. What was i thinking? Bascially he cut one side of my fringe off altogether. And the rest is all very randomly layered or untouched. I asked him to get the teacher and she came over and did a big gulp, bearly able to look me in my very red face. She rescued it as best she could but it's had it for a bit - till the fringe grows back. (Don't expect any photos on this site for a while!). Yes it's a nightmare especially for vain old me but it could have been worse and it'll grow back of course! I couldn't wait to get out of the place and as i stalked off, one of the other girls beamed at me "Do you like it?". And what did i say? "Yes thank you". How odd.

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