4.30am. I wake to the sound of Adam, Ben, Ren and Leigh coming home from a boozy, sleezy night out. I've been out with them having a lychee martini or two and then decided that i should be home seeing as i have a coffee date with Opes and Sue at Silo at 7am. So... 4.30, 2 hours of sleep and i'm wide awake to sound of Babs and Donna Summer singing 'It's raining, it's pouring, my love life is boring me to tears, after all these yearrrrrrrrrrrs'. Yeah, me too B...

It's ok. I"m not actually at Ayers Rock. There are just no pictures of Canberra in here. No pictures of little johnny walking around the lake at 5.30 in the morning with his team of beefy body guards discretely out of sight but close enough to get the little man out of any trouble if it should happen to come his way. His gift of the gab is not enough to get him out of every situation. Anyway. I just paid for my ticket and i'm pretty excited. two weeks a...