Snowed under this Xmas, but not the skiing kind.

Back from the wilds of Cape York and slid Claude into a vacant car space at Bondi Beach. Perfect setup with the Swiss Grand for my toilet facility (or the Bondi Hotel if I was feeling like a trip to the zoo), the ocean just an early morning stumble away, but the killjoy landlord didn't like the arrangement I had with his tennants (whose car space I was renting) and he moved me on. Our first eviction.

Now staying with friend at Kenthurst catching up with the back editing, of which there's a mountain. Enjoying the discipline, the process, and the quiet of the bush. Will have new book to the printers by early in 2010, plus a DVD of the last trip, a compilation of the best of the Tourism Australia and Australia Network clips, with a bit of Claude and me thrown in for comic relief. Also thinking about going back into the studio to produce a new album, so look out! I have a voice like a choking animal and I'm not afraid to use it.

Have a good one if you believe in the nonsense, survive it with grace of you don't and stay cool regardless.

Mont