Saturday 9th of November - Tour van, somewhere between Bulli and Canberra .

Danny was visited by a ghost in Bulli. We were staying at the Heritage. The rooms upstairs still have 'authentic' decor, not updated since the 70s. It's a classic old pub. Double storey. Wooden balconies skirted with wrought iron rails wrap around the whole building and sprawling tiled verandahs flank the entrance to the main bar downstairs. Danny reckons he woke in the middle of the night with someone lying on top of him. He couldn't move. He asked the ghost to leave and it did. I asked Danny whether it might actually have been Tim but Danny was convinced it was some being from the 'other side'. Adam, my long time band mate, had a similar experience in the notoriously haunted Quindanning Hotel in Western Australia. It should probably be noted, however, that he was wildly hungover and off his brain from drinking two Red Bulls in quick succession but he too was sure that it was a visitation. I've never had any experiences like that. Thank goodness. I'm easily scared. Mia and I shared a room, I wasn't taking any chances… 

We're now on the road to Canberra. We have one more gig, the 8th in 9 days, one more workshop tomorrow night and then we fly home. I can't wait. I miss my sweetheart and our little cats. Jen, Mia and I were all having a chat after the gig last night and all agreed that we're getting match fit now. We're past the point of learning the songs and are moving into the more rewarding phase of really getting inside them, instead of looking in at them, like an outside dog with its nose to the glass longing for the warmth of the couch. We head into our Victorian run, the home games, with confidence that we're playing well together as a band. Dyso was incredible in Bulli, playing a solo so dumbfounding that her glass of wine shuffled its way across the road case that her amp sits on and crashed spectacularly to the ground, smashing into pieces. Or was it the ghost?...