i have Moved House. and i finally have civilised things like internet. and a phone. and a glass splashback.
and a Fabulous Magic Machine with elves inside. it is the Best Thing Ever. you put dirty dishes inside, give the elves some Elvish Crack and then they MAKE THE DISHES CLEAN FOR YOU!!
it's amazing. seriously. revolutionary.
Speaking of cool houses, who remembers the 80s band Icehouse? (how's that for a segue? huh? huh?)
Fronted by Iva Davies, with such hits as Electric Blue, We Can Get Together and Great Southern Land.
Well, my dad's best friend was the lead guitarist in Icehouse. If we were the sort of family that had godparents, he would be my godfather.
After the band broke up, he moved to LA, where he lived on a boat and made wigs for Hollywood films. He left us most of his crap in boxes, including a framed platinum album for Man of Colours. We did what any close, loving friends would do, and hung it in the toilet.
And there it stayed, for several years, until I asked my mum one day if it would play on a turntable. We pried open the frame, and stuck it on our record player. it was green pool felt on one side, shiny silver record on the other.
It did play.
But not an Icehouse song.
It played Psycho Killer by Talking Heads.