Updated. And Updated again -- don't show up to the Gladstone expecting to see the Bastards tonight, you've been warned. Murray Hillbillies are still on at the Stag, I may or may not get over there myself.
Hmmmmmmm. Steak and honky tonk, file under: there is a god.
Update: Actually this gig has been moved to October 1st. D'oh.
2. Watching No Direction Home, the long awaited Martin Scorsese doco on Dylan. I am picking it up this arvo at Red Eye Records on King St.
UPDATE: It cost $49.98
3. My TV exploded during the week, but a friend has come through in magnificent style with an unwanted one so I will be glued to it on Sunday morning watching the Flute go around again on The Insiders (ABC, Some Godawful Early Time), except for the Paul Kelly bit where I will staring at something dreadfully interesting out the window.
4. Go Tigers! * And Swans, not that I care about that little game^ but it's a chance for Sydney to whup some wussy out-of-staters so ... Go Swannies! Much more satisfying to beat if they were Victorians or QLDers (you know, an important eastern state we actually think about sometimes) but we'll take it.
Cultural notes for foreigners:
* Rugby League: The game they don't play in Heaven, but then I've always thought the Devil has all the best sports.
^ This other game.