london's a blast, innit'

For all those bored of the same old melbourne parties, here's a hint, take the party life on the road!! .... ok so that smacks just a little of self-justification but really, new scenery, new freaks, new drugs (anyone ever heard of AMT??), new friends, new psychadelic adventures, where can you go wrong, of course i'd love to import a few of the old faces but so far there is only one ugly mug who is putting in regular appearences, if anyone is tempted next stop is morocco, aug 25th-31st, rhythms of peace festival, six days of freaks on the beach, headlining - atmos, bamboo forest, whizzy noise (those non-trance nuts out there should like that DJ name) and son kite (pictured just to the right - if i can ever get the silly formatting on this thing working- they fucking ROCKED) should be a blast, if you need a travel agent i'm getting good at that game, just drop us a line, i'll get you you here for a reasonable price and a reasonable cut (a beer or two will do), but i digress, so i'm supposed to be a foreign correspondant for this silly blog, hmmm, guess i should be commenting on the state of fear and terror out here on the mothership, but really, does anyone care - judging by the lack of response to my last entry the answer is a resounding NO, all wrapped up in your own little worlds of mac geekdom, ebay failures and tacky internet jokes (ok the paris hilton thing was kind of funny), actually terror and parties can mix, helped out in the chill out at a psy-sex gig last weekend,(if you missed them in melbourne a few weekends ago, you are a fool) it was held in the tunnels under london bridge tube, now if you really wanted to get a good entry in on the bombing scorecard "london bridge is falling down, falling down, london bridge is falling down on 1500 freaks" would have been an interesting variation on the classic old tune, of course other than a couple of grumbles most people were too off their heads to care, "armageddon, whatever, bring it on", incidentally thats kwalli above, livin' it up on her US military stilts on the glade dancefloor, one of the more colourful characters i met that weekend (although by no means the most freaky, that award would have to go to the 6'6 giant purple naked man, alas i have no photos of him), Glade was pretty darn spectacular "Nine arenas. 3 days. Open Air. Belter" it promised me on my gestapo wrist band, "An english festival, a proper one" it claimed on the web site, didn't disappoint despite a particularly dodgy acidic period, fucking amazing, though here's a hint for all those travelling trancers out there, do not try and keep up with the average englishmans illicit intake, a ratio of about 5:1 their way is healthy ... yup guess i've done my duty, taken up enough space for now, blog does stand for blathering on gregariously right, (just let me know chicky-babe), ok so this last picture aint from glade, the mountains just dont get that big here, totally unrelated but a beautiful photo nonetheless, one of the most magic spots on earth, if you want, i'll take you there some day ...