Honestly man I always thought jetlag was just like, you wake up earlier and go about your day. I feel TIRED AND WEAK! I've never had it like this before and I hate it. Other than that, and forgetting to pick up one of my checked bags from the airport, everything is sweet. hehe.

Two more sleeps until I leave Melbourne! I've almost finished selling my stuff, just a few more bits and pieces, but the plan is tomorrow night for the last night in my room, I'll be sleeping in an empty room with just packed bags and a mattress on the floor. Pretty romantic image hey? And I'll leave this city the same way I came in, sleeping on the floor like a 21-year-old.

Two weeks from today I'll be about to land in London and start a new life! How dramatic. This week I did two of my favourite rooms in Melbourne for the last time, the next week is going to be full of more last times of stuff and it feels like the process of saying goodbye is really intensifying now. Once I get on the plane it'll all be over.

Brown Cardigan Video:

I sold my wardrobes on Sunday for $200 which was what I was asking, and honestly more than I thought I was going to get! There's a big wardrobe-sized hole in my room now, and all of my clothes are either on the floor or packed in vacuum-seal bags ready for the move. I had a headache for like two days after I sold the wardrobes, and I thought maybe it was a holdover from being sick last week, but then it could just as well be from the unique stress of knowing that I'm about to pull up the anchor of my life and drift out into the unknown in less than three weeks' time. It could be one of THOSE headaches?

The venue I did my show at in Sydney was owned by this legend of a guy (named Guy) who as it happens, also wrote the music for the hit 90s children's show Blinky Bill. Remember that?! "Good old Blinky Bill!" hahaha.

I'm sick as a dog right now, my voice is fucked and I'm coughing up a storm. Boooo. I hope you're well, all things considered.

The title of the pod this week is Norwegian, it's a really funny phrase that a Norwegian person I met on Friday night taught me and I've committed it to memory so that I can impress any Norwegian people I meet in the future, such is my commitment to ingratiating myself to strangers. I'd love to tell you what it means and why I love it, but I guess if you want to find out you'll just have to listen to this 40-minute podcast.

This week my football club Tottenham Hotspur fired Ange Postecoglou as manager after he led us to win the Europa League a few weeks ago. There are arguments for and against this decision from a footballing perspective, but ultimately it feels like a complete failure on behalf of the decision-makers at the club to grasp the entire point of following a football club, or of life in general.

The reason I follow the club is because it's a big part of the friendship I have with one of my mates back in London, and the feeling I had when we won the trophy was shared with him. Everyone who follows the club and shares that with people in their life got to have that experience when we won, and if you believe what Ange was saying after we won, there's every chance that he could have led us to more of those moments. The people in charge took that opportunity away from him, from us, all because of some cold pragmatism, and finding out for certain that this is where their priorities lie has made me really sad.

I did two gigs tonight, and got out an ending to a bit I've been working on for like six months - exciting! I talked about the story around it a bunch on the podcast today, which is a day late I'M SORRY! But it wasn't nearly as shambolic and unfocussed as I would expect after the long day I've had.

Here's the video btw:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DKZ5X2HRLuZ/

I've just finished 2500km of driving from Brisbane, to the South Coast of NSW, to Melbourne, and then Victor Harbor to visit my grandparents. I forget how flat South Australia is - as soon as you go West of Ballarat it's just flat in every direction. It's really beautiful. This afternoon I traced the sunset from mid-afternoon and watched it the whole way down, stopping the camper van in a car park for the last 45 minutes or so to record this podcast.

I saw a wonderful band called FERLA on Saturday night with some friends. The lead singer was bald with his hair completely gone up top, but at the back where it still grew he'd let it go out into a mullet! Awesome. His voice reminded me of the singer from that band Future Islands who did the incredible spot on Letterman like ten years ago.

Then on Sunday morning I went to an 11am performance of Chopin's Piano Sonata no. 2 and a few pieces by Ravel, at Tempo Rubato in Brunswick. That was also a magical performance and has had me humming the Funeral March from the Chopin Sonata all week. I had a great show in Bendigo on Thursday, and have another one coming up in Brisbane this weekend!