The bits of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music and outrageous fortune.         September   Close this window to return to Mike Rudd & Bill Putt's Stop Press   Crap. And more crap.. Oozing sludge for brekkie Pooh Corner 25.9.08 - I'd just got up yesterday morning when there was this ghastly sound - and I knew immediately I had a major issue with the sewer. Sure enough, the gully trap (pic) was overflowing with ponging sludge - just what I needed when I'm trying not to implode wondering whether I'm going to have my voice back in time for the MOTE show on the weekend. The précised version is that the plumbers have been in attendance - twice - and finally resolved most of the problems, and now the outflow is better than it's been for more than half a dozen years. The bad news is that this can't go on and I have to find somewhere else to live before six months have elapsed. It had to happen..   David Woodhall and Marita cuddle up for the camera David Woodhall drops in 13.9.08 - I don't get too many visitors these days - well, I never have really - so it was all hands to the pumps when two visitors arrived in the varying shapes of David Woodhall and his partner, singer/songwriter Marita Mangano. Spectrum and Ariel got to know David when he was on Adelaide radio in the '70s, but he's since returned to his native Tasmania and rarely ventures north, so it was a good opportunity to catch up. He was interested to acquire a copy of The Jellabad Mutant, being alone in playing it on air before our Rare Vision CD came out, but says that he is far more attuned to jazz these days. Marita had some very useful Tassie contacts to pass on, so I hope it isn't too long before we're down in Tassie again   Mike gobbles up his Father's Day sticky date pudding . Father's Day 7.9.08 - I'd forgotten that it was Father's Day until I picked up Chris and we passed a reserve in Middle Camberwell with a sign announcing a 'Father's Day Brunch' - it was quite popular too. We were on the way to Choclatté, (surprise, surprise), in part to decide what we were going to do with the rest of the afternoon. Kerri took my order and then proclaimed it was 'on the house for Father's Day', so I gave her a thank you hug. A few minutes later, Sasha delivered a sticky date pudding and some chocolates, also on the house! Chris and I thought we'd died and gone to heaven! Eventually I decided we'd go to the Jam Factory and see the Hell Boy movie, which turned out to be harmless fun and which Chris seemed to enjoy immensely.     back to the top