sox on the internet

Well, one day in Sydney and I'd already seen most of it thanks to a whistle-stop tour on my first day with Jess and Craig. So what else was there to do but catch up with Danielle at Tropfest; for the uninitiated it's a short-film festival where thousands of peole sit in the park for an evening with carry-outs and picnics and watch a dozen or so innovative new short films before picking a winner. Personally I enjoyed the one set in the dream department of someone's head, and the one about the guy in the trunk of the car. And the one about a streaker at cricket inspired one of the crowd to do the same, which we could all have done without given how fat she was. In short, it was all a good excuse to get pissed, though perhaps passion pop and vodka wasn't the way to go :( And just how did I end up in my second irish pub in 2 days, when I wouldn't normally go near one at home? Anyway, the winning entry was rubbish, a story about surfing predictably enough, thcah, how australian! A good night though, the highlight of which was of course, Danni's toe socks, which were so cute I just had to put them on the internet for all the world to see...

cute, aren't they?