Sun, 17 Feb 2002
Cremorne? // at 23:59
Spent the afternoon exploring the backstreets of Cremorne. There are some fascinating little alley ways, renovated (and non...) old houses, ugly as sin industrial buildings and odd architectural creations.
The evening held a custard catastrophe in the kitchen: I turned my back for an instant, milk boiled over everywhere, evil clouds of stinking black smoke arose, Joey laughed, I swore. The resultant custard had the consistency of rubber and was a particularly lurid shade of yellow.
