I got back from the Adelaide Fringe yesterday after staying out all night on the last day, and getting picked up by The Boyssssss at 5am for the drive back. It feels good to be home, even in this, the sweaty armpit of Melbourne. Ever been cockblocked (or whatever the female version of that is?) by some fuckhead out trying to cut your lunch? I talk about that on here too, and my new strategy to deal with it. 

Brought to you by the now-derelict Producers Bar on Grenfell St in Adelaide, Australia.