Found this post from a couple of extremely cool and friendless bloggers also in Halifax / Melbourne;

Link: Cool With No Friends: we’re yuppies now

i love the pictures of Paul and Fiona’s new house, and hey Sasha looks so happy 🙂

By the way i am grumpy now. This time, not because Paul is a slack blogger, no it’s great to have new stories about Apple Picking Adventures, from not quite freezing Halifax. Thanks Paul you are a champion blogger.

i am grumpy because i’m working too hard, and still packing my lungs with suffocating poisons.

Worked two days up in Marysville (which was incredibly beautiful), on a conference, taking photos and recording audio from the sessions. The trouble was i underquoted by about half what i should charge them. You know, thinking, “Oh, they’re community sector etc.” Came back incredibly friggin exhausted. Next time i’ll know.

But the dancing was good. Friday’s session opened with an invitation to delegates, asking if they wished to veto any of the Thursday evening photos. Of course they did. Even i wanted to veto the photos where i’m dancing with a tiara on. But no, in the public interest i left these images in the mix.

Friday night wandered down to Open Studio where Eloise was hosting a farewell for Jodey, celebrated Fringe Director (Source/Sauce received multiple awards). Just one bloody cigarette, plus major fatigue, and i woke up today feeling like hell on wheels. No, actually, hell without any wheels. Ugh, drug addiction sucks.

Grumpy and Out,
xo michael

So Paul and Fiona left the wintry shores of Melbourne and headed to a small fishing village on the Atlantic, to become fishermen. It had been their dream for a long time, and they looked forward to the opportunity to hit the high seas during major storms.

no, wait Halifax isn’t a fish, it’s a university town. (i’m thinking Halibut with Gravlax)

Sorry .. so the Martini-Maher bunch departed the cloudy village of Melbourne, and headed off to enjoy a huge new experience lecturing peasants in the way of the first world.

i’m not getting this right, you’d better tell your own story.

Melbourne is getting a bit springy, and the darebin music feast has leapt into being with its first night in the new old town hall. Eloise’s very new bar across the road picked up the late night scragglers with a wild evening of gypsy music, clarinet and tuba.

sorry to make youse all jealous, says michael