the leopold hotel

I was listening to Run to Paradise this morning on the crowded and winterpeoplesmelly trolley bus on the way to work, on my brand Spanking new mp3 player ... and I whoomped back into the atmosphere at the Leopold hotel in bicton back then....way back then.
And of course, the memory drifted to Gareth, who had been watching a world cup footy game that night and I had gone out on my own, and got shitfaced, and felt happy, and then anxious and then not very much at all and then how rude I was. How rude without real excuse.
Stop the torrent now, before it engulfs me.

By the way I made $400 aud with about a 20 minute stint in the studio... guess what I was doing?