Just in from a sweaty, bouncy, ear muffling night out.

On the spur of the moment during the week I got myself a ticket to see The Mess Hall. I'd missed out on seeing them a month or so ago when they supported Wolfmother and I was keen, and seeing as they were playing at The Annandale, which is a leisurely walk from my place... well I had no excuse, did I.

And boy, am I glad I went. I know at my age I should be over band crushes, but *swoon*, does Jed Kurzel (the vocalist) do it for me, or what. And I had a fantastic spot, up on a step, so I could see over the top of the crowd. It is one of the few times that it is good to be both tallish and solid as the proverbial outhouse... plus knowing how to stand my ground, even when the little whiney waiflike blondes are crawling all over their boyfriends and trying to push me across. Not going to happen, cupcake. So fuck off. *said with a smile* a smile of pure evil

Besides, once I get started with my vertical epilectic fit (my version of dancing), they seemed less inclined to want to get too close. Smart call girls.

Oh, and if you ever find yourself alone in a crowd, and feeling a bit intimidated physically, just remember: Australian men won't think twice about stepping back onto your feet, into your boobs, but if you're holding a beer! Well, that space around you suddenly becomes sacred.

So, the big thumbs up for the band, I had a ball, and I have that wonderful "cotton wool in the ears" effect that is a sign of a great night out. What? WHAT? Yeah... a great night.