Alright blog, so you feel a little neglected. Our story abandoned up near the Gulf of Carpentaria. What? You started listening to My Chemical Romance? Huh, since when can a blog go Emo? And exactly when did the transformation of Goths into Emos occur? Shesh, at least Gothic rock gave us The Cure. Love Cats? Close to Me? Bah, give me a time machine so I can undo the misguided wanderings of a society that shoved musical direction onto a path that even considers the Emo movement… Huh? Musical rantage is another form of neglect? Alright blog, I will feed you another story. But you gotta lay off the crappy tunes; they call it blues for a reason. Pump this into your head while I pick up the story.

One night was enough for the Isa; we hitched our TARDIS and hit the road early. We were still debating to go either the coastal or inland route back to Brisbane, in fact we hadn’t really decided till we got to the fork in the road. The inland route won and we headed south towards Winton. Which happens to be an awesome little town; it is just a shame about the water (it tastes like Rotorua smells). Winton has oodles of historical charm, and was a completely different pace compared with the Isa. It turns out Winton was the birthplace of both QANTAS and Waltzing Matilda. Plus the locals seem extremely keen on fences for some reason; they have one looking like it walked off the set of Mad Max, built from rubble and rubbish from the tip (it has whole motorbikes and cars embedded in the wall). Another was the ‘musical fence’ - it was strung like a guitar and the roof of the shelter forming a soundboard. They had all these other instruments made from junk and a stadium which was packed to capacity with imaginary punters. I thrashed out some brutal licks while Meech hammered away on a drum kit made from old barrels. The crowd was awesome; we rocked, sold a few t-shirts and got rave reviews. Unfortunately it was for one night only, the following day the tour was headed for Longreach.