The previous week was a blur of pleasant not doing very much. I continued that theme by staying in on Friday. I resisted buying some alcohol and spent the entire evening watching utter rubbish on the tv.

How very boring, I hear you cry and you’d be right. I didn’t mind really though, after all I’ll be unemployed for nearly three months very soon so I need to save as much as possible. I had to be up reasonably early the next day anyhow.

My Friday evening was brightened up significantly by a parcel that arrived from Eric. I knew he was sending me a copy of XY that I had written two articles for but he had also told me he was sending a ‘surprise’.

I also knew that the surprise had something to do with gravy train who Eric had gone to see in concert in London the week before. I had interviewed hunx from the band for XY while I was still in London. Anyway, I opened up the envelope only to be presented with a bright pink pair of gravy train underpants worn onstage by hunx himself and adorned across the front was “Hunx hearts Stuart”.

I let out a scream I saw the underpants and then I laughed a lot. What a sweetie Hunx was signing them for me and what a babe Eric was for getting them. Apparently the pants were a thank you for the article I wrote them. Eric told me in the letter enclosed that hunx remembered me and was excited that Eric and I were fans, bless him. Those pants had me smiling for days afterwards. Eric, you’re a star. Photos of these fab pants will soon be posted on my yahoo album asap.

Saturday arrived in a blaze of summer sunshine and I went down to the supermarket wearing my flip flops. I felt very antipodean. I zoomed round the supermarket getting an odd look from one of the boys that works there. He must think I’m some kind of freak, he’s always giving me funny looks. Shame they’re not flirty looks really, he’s quite hot.

Around lunchtime I walked over to Clare’s house where we were picked up by Sarah and taken to City beach. Around nine or ten girls from work came along and we had a picnic on the grass next to the beach.

I was surrounded by women but there were plenty of hotties playing beach volleyball near by to ogle at. We had some food and then most of us piled in the water. I had a go on a body board and failed miserably. Was tremendous fun trying though. The sea was wonderful but a bit violent.

I swallowed so much salt water that in no time my throat was quite sore. No smutty remarks please Sandy, I know you’re an expert in this department.

We hung around the beach for the entire afternoon. Despite the aussie sun my factor 30 succeeded in keeping me whiter than white. I guess I should be pleased but damn I want more of a tan!

The ever cool Chek Wee gave me a lift home. She is an exceedingly short women and seeing her drive a rather large sedan car was scary and amusing at the same time. She is so short, bless her. Her driving was exemplary though and she had me home in no time. I took a shower to rid myself of the sand that just gets everywhere and then I watched Bridget Jones’ diary while all the aftersun I had applied was absorbed into my skin.

I had promised my friend Damien that I would go the Court (Perth’s gay bar) that evening so I duly went along. I did want to go out but the court does kinda suck and Damien has a habit of talking to a million people (he knows everyone) while never introducing me. Tonight was a revelation however. When I first got there Damien told me that the RnB room had been closed coz it gets to hot in the summer and I was a bit fucked off because the music is always good.

But I put it behind me then Damien and I played a couple of games of pool before being hustled off by a large gang of lesbians. That stereotype IS true sometimes. All the pool tables in the bar were taken by groups of women. Very odd.

Damien and I spent most of the evening on the dancefloor and Damien introduced me to everyone he spoke to. This resulted in me meeting a rather large number of people! The music was pretty good for the main room and for once the bar was full of hotties. I was introduced to a husky voiced young man called Michael who was apparently 19 but I would’ve bet money he was 16. He flashed me one fine smile and I was like ‘wow’ he’s cute. He had a boyfriend (and just looked too young) so I didn’t bother trying to chat him up. In fact I wasn’t in the mood to chat anyone up. Damien and I also wandered around a bit, checked out the courtyard outside and for once I wasn’t drinking a lot.

I think I had four drinks all night, result! Later on we bumped into a scottish guy called Graham (who Damien knew) who had the sexiest accent and was in Perth on a working holiday visa like me. Both Damien and I were totally hot for this man and he was probably the cutest guy there. We were both totally bewildered when hot got off with a complete minger and who, according to Damien (who wasn’t biased at all!), also has no personality. Oh well, there’s no accounting for taste.

Other memorable moments from the evening included me getting molested by a drag queen from Bali, seeing several men with quite appalling man-breasts, avoiding the gaze of several pensioners who were eyeing me up like prey and hearing ‘loveshack’ and getting thoroughly over excited by it.

I left the bar with a big smile on my face and caught the last train home. It had been a fab evening. I had spent very little, dance loads with a good friend and would wake up the next morning hangover free, yay!

On Sunday Clare and I checked out Cottesloe beach which was good but too windswept to keep us there for long. I wrote some christmas cards and just chilled out generally.