Depressing.

Man, I saw some fucked up stuff on the train in this morning.

A couple of kids - teenagers - one of whom appeared to be at least part Koori, sniffing paint in my train carriage. People where moving away from them. The whole place reaked of solvent.

I was going to call some kind of authorities, but I couldn't think of whom and I can't imagine that'd get them any help :-(

And on a lighter note...

My new futon mattress is Purple.

Whilst being accosted by evildoom_bunny (in a romantic fashion) whilst trying to fry food in my bachelor pad the other night, I said "Stop it, I'm fooking cood!"

Today whilst traipsing across town to drop off some film (yes I'm old fashioned/luddite enough to still take photos with a film camera) I separately bumped into my friend Hazel and my friend Shaun. It's a small world.