Let's Dance To Joy Division

Went to the Wombats last night. Wombats must have seemed like a great name for a band "back in Liverpool" but unfortunately in Australia every second thing has a wombat attached to it (children's books, the military, even the Olympics) so here it's lost most of its zing. I am quite a fan of this band - I have both their albums (haha) but their live show was a little lacklustre. Not much in the way of audience interaction and there was an awkward silence between each song as they changed guitars/fluffed their hair/loosened the top button of their uber-skinny jeans to allow their heads to slightly deflate. Also the audience seemed to be entirely composed of twelve-year-olds in various states of vintage dress-ups. The girl behind me had on a psychedelic palzzo-panted jumpsuit which someone should really have talked her out of (what are your friends for??)

Also, some gimp had decided that the best place for a Wombats concert was the Palais, which is a lovely old theatre near the beach, perfect for an evening with the Tasmanian Symphony Orchestra or a stand-up comedy gig, not so perfect for kids who want to dance. Fire safety regulations ensured there was no dancing in the aisles so everyone was standing in front of their chairs, awkwardly shoulder-to-shoulder, so that the exits were clear (should we need to make a quick escape, Inglourious Basterds-style.) This would be fine if all you wanted to do was bop but in my case I wanted to dance and unfortunately my particular dancing style looks like Iggy Pop and Ian Curtis had a baby. Seat-dancing is not conducive to my personal expression, man. So I ended up doing the pogo rather than risk taking out the eye of the person next to me.

By the way, it's still cold (I realised I ended my last post talking about the weather and this is a bad move, blogging-wise. Is there a good move, blogging-wise? All blogging is essentially self-indulgent so really I suppose you can talk about whatever you want.) I have decided it is probably going to be cold for the foreseeable future. This fills me with dread (hard to believe that technically I'm English, isn't it?) but on the upside, it is an excuse to go shopping...