Since I was all alone this evening (Hayden was at work, stocktaking) and quickly getting bored of myself, I decided to go out. Yes, all on my own.

I resolved to finally get me down to an indie music night since I've been meaning to for the last, hrm... three years. I started off with dinner for one at the Hummus bar in Soho - a groovy little place where you can get a plate of the stuff with yummy toppings and hot pitta bread for about 3 squids. Anyway, Madame JoJo's is small and red and, well, like a former strip club. The main act who I came to see, Acoustic Ladyland were outrageous. Modern jazz meets death metal, that you can dance to! They were such characters too - the drummer was this white boy with the most enormous home-grown afro I've ever seen, expression cool as a cucumber whilst smashing away, the keyboardist could have been mistaken for a composer walking around my college with a briefcase, bass player kitted in your indie-rock suit+tie+loud glasses and the frontman looked like a tall 1920s villain, dressed plainly but bobbing up and down with his saxophone like a maniac possessed. The music was very funny, in a good way. I really enjoyed it.

And then I saw Blair from Australian Big Brother / Neighbours. But that's not terribly exciting.