Weekend high-jinks
Here are a few high-lights from the past 72 hours:

Most memorable was dining at a fabulous Japanese restaraunt on St Georges Rd, in Ascot Vale. Nearly fell off my chair when I saw the dried fish flakes curling and squiming on top of my octopus in okonimi-yaki balls. I mean, this stuff was really moving; I was ready to block the exits. Shalini and I eventually worked out that the heat from the food was making the flakes move, but for a couple of gaijin, this stuff made our night. I've tried to find info on the net about it, and it's maybe called bonito, or kezuribushi, or katsuo-bushi.

Maybe it was the delicious sake, but I also confessed my increasing infatuation with X-Box, which wasn't a disaster.

Friday night I picked my mum up from the airport, she was returning from South Africa. She brought back 2 and a half kilo's of Mebos, and was not surprisingly over-weight. Wily as she is, she talked her way out of extra payments.
Go mum!  ¶ 3:10 pm