Waxing lyrical

It's enough to make a girl get homesick. Reading the Melbourne newspapers online, I stumbled across an ode to Melbourne's arcades and laneways. Sure, it's advertising. It's selling a product that is, in turn, selling the bars and shops that haunt the back alleys of the city - the hidden gems that make Melbourne a place that takes some knowing. But reading through the list and seeing so many old haunts and places that I always meant to get to but never have, as well as a few I'm not as familiar with, well, it made the yearnings to be back in the Garden State that little bit stronger.

You can read it for yourself. See if you find yourself drifting towards the allure of Koko Black (incidentally, for any non-Melburnians who stumble across this, you don't just go there to buy truffles and the like; the hot chocolates are also just as good...and in the Block Arcade there's a fantastic chocolate shop as well. Or there used to be. Please god let it still be there). They may have missed out other gems, some whose names I can't even remember (the bar on the old town square? Anyone? I know it's something-Below and was designed by Six Degrees...that it's a great place to grab a drink on a sunny day, propped up on a bar stool outside in the sun). There are places outside of the city grid just as well worth mentioning that are missed. The Belgian Beer Cafe Bluestone - whoever thought of putting a pub in the grounds of the Institute for the Blind? It's genius.

But there you have it. Homesickness in a very concise dosage. All the things that Melbourne has that aren't weather dependent, that make it one of my favourite cities, a place that you have to spend time in, to get to know, like the quirks of an old friend. I've got less than one hundred days left living in London now. In around 150, I will be back in my home town, pounding the pavements, wandering the streets, searching for a job. And I might just stop off in Degraves St on my way out of Flinders St Station.

With a note from my Mum

I've been guilty of a little blogging absenteeism lately, so I've indulged in a little hypochondria to try and explain away what basically amounts to a combination of laziness and a disturbing lack of things to say. Think of it as the kind of note you always wished your Mum would write that could act as a get out of school free card - better than the Monopoly version, that's for sure.

So that headache that's been lurking around for a month or two? Nothing to do with allergies or a failure to drink enough water. It's a brain tumour. An aneurysm. A stroke. The stomach ache you got from eating too much stuff that was bad for you? A sure sign of a stomach ulcer (actually, given my current coke intake, that one might be true). The pulled muscle in your side? Appendicitis. So, here's the note...

Dear Reader(s),

Please excuse Killi's prolonged absence from her blog, as she has been recovering from a no doubt fatal illness that can only be diagnosed by putting her symptoms into Google. The most likely diagnosis to date appears to be chronic repetitive stupidity.

Yours sincerely,

Killi's Mum (Lulu)

There you have it. Yet another example of why I should not be allowed near a computer when I am both tired and tending towards a migraine. Who says paracetamol/ibuprofen are safe drugs? I promise not to medicate and blog in the future. I also promise not to let it go so long that nobody knows about the bizarre running woman the other day...but I have to hold something back for tomorrow now, don't I?