I GOT CONFUSED, I KILLED A HORSE

Green lights a go go. I got my Bachelor of Journalism, awarded, thanksu, phew. And it looks like I'll be moving into where the fab Hannah & Co are about to move out of in Melby town. It's the most knee weakeningly beauteous terrace house in Carlton, across the road from a huge Central Park style public gardens, on a row of iron-latticed ornate terraces, two levels, stones throw from Fitzroy, $115 a week for a room. Which is a little bit more than I wanted to pay but I'd be absolutely bloody nutz to pass it up.

I interviewed Margaret Cho (US Comedienne) on Monday & it went so great, well except for the couple of times I tried to get funny with a Professionally Funny Famous Person but apart from that she really rocks my jocks. If you want to hear it I'm playing it sometime on Thursday from 3-6 on 4ZZZ (I'm filling in for Nikola this week), actually I'll play it in the first hour so yeah between 3-4.

I just realised that deadline for Rave stuff is tomorrow. It's 12:30am. Damn. Oh well, no one to blame but meself. This week I'm doin up my Chopper & Jacko interview, yes that's right I'm name dropping a little bit more, that's Chopper goddamned 'Uncle Chop Chop snip yer ears' Reed. He's such a lovable dickhead, he wasn't overly loquacious but listening back to the interview, I'm all fag pants dude with a uni degree & he's all like, Chooper - holy disparity. Jacko asked me what country I was from.

Okay, the coffee is a-boilin, I'm in for a late one.

P.S. My brother bought me Reisling, snails & French Morrocan yumminess tonight, he's a generous ole curmudgeon.