Just Like Paris Hilton

Dear Diary,

The in colour tour is almost over….. we have one more show in Adelaide tomorrow night….. I hate to admit it… but I think I like Adelaide…. Don’t tell anyone diary. Oh fuck it you can tell whoever you want….. the last time we were there me ross n tim “hired” bikes for free and rode around for the good part of a day…. Sounds amazing doesn’t it…. I’m not normally big on the whole exercise thing but for some reason I found it enjoyable…. We went to the museum which was made a whole lot more rad because I was light headed from excercisation which made old squiddy (they have a big ass replica deep sea squid there) seem so much more weird and exciting.

Last Friday was our second show at the hopetoun….. yet again it was Paris Hilton hot….. which in this particular context means really fucking hot…. in the context of her face not so much but its all in the way you use it….. the show sold out as well as Thursdays which made us all giddy like school girls on lemonade…. I came prepared tho…. I had a towel and a change of clothes….. it was a good plan but I didn’t count on scott and tim grabbing my towel…. The one that I use after showering and wiping their sweat all over it…. Still they got ranga germs on them…. Sucks to be them…. And me… cause I’m a ranga…. The humanity!!!

The next day at about 8 in the morning I find myself at a park with a long neck, (I’ve adopted the NSW term…. Sorry Queensland) sitting on a park bench and patting random dogs that walked by….. people don’t seem to trust you when your in a situation like that…. They look at you weird…. Probably thinking “oh my god that guy is going to try and wear my puppy like a puppet!!”
It only occurred to me once and I didn’t go thru with it….. they were over reacting.

Cut to 2pm and we’re finally on our way to Maitland to play at Sculpture in the Grass…. A small ass festival on a private property….. it took us quite a while…. Longer than it should…. Pat kept freaking out thinking we had gone to far so kept turning off…. We had directions to get there but they weren’t good enough for him…. Meh we got there…. But it was half way thru Dead Letter Chorus’s set….. fuckin pat! I noticed something weird that day….. after 2 days of sweating my ass off by just standing up that afternoon was actually cold….. like as in Paris Hilton’s face cold….. and it got worse…. To the point that after the set I was rugged up in a fairly warm jacket…. but still had to dance to keep warm….. not that I cared that much…. But it was a shock to the system…. like paris Hilton’s mastercard maxed out shock to the system….. at the end of the night Matt and his dad (owners of the property) introduced us to Marg.
Marg is a awesome…. She’s cute, she’s friendly and she likes to roll in shit….. she is their 350kg pet pig….. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pig that big (lol rhymed) and we only saw her lying down…. She was too lazy to get up…. It was some time after midnight and she’s only 2 years old…. That’s late for a 2 year old pig…. But I did get to pat her…. Note to self…. Always wash your hands after patting a pig…. Its not in their nature to keep clean and hygienic.

On the drive back while stopped to urinate on the side of the road me and ross rolled down the embankment that dropped down from the edge of the road…. It was covered in long grass so we thought it would be fun….. turns out there were little tree stumps all thru it that we couldn’t see….. it was kinda like a really bad massage…. Like Paris Hilton in bed bad massage.

Love pete