Saturday dawns - its a scorcher.
Today's big event is the Big Day Out - a day on which 100 bands play on multiple stages to tens of thousands of avid fans. Our team consists of Isobel, Tom, Jamsie (not Phil though as he's gone ga-ga and left Sydney to pick fruit), Davina, Vee and myself.
Top listings today include Basement Jaxx, Alien Ant Farm, New Order and Prodigy.
The event is held at the Olympic Park - Homebush. No pictures of the day I regret but a lovely nickname story... a story which aptly occurred on Big Day Out...
Now, our man Jamsie (Paul James esq) has a way with words - he talks professional bollocks most of the time (the kind that makes sense - sort of) and today he's on top form. So halfway through the Grinspoon set on the main stage we're sitting in the front row of the upper terrace and Jamsie is sitting on a metal bar in front. He turns and begins to speak to Tom - what follows is something like this:
Jamsie: "Hey, Tom - we're mates right?"
Tom (leaning forward): "Yeah..."
Jamsie: "Well, as a mate, you'd tell me if there was something... not right about me, the way I acted or the way I looked - if you noticed something odd - eh?
Tom (bemused): "Err, well... yeah..."
Jamsie: "And as a mate I would not be offended by that OK? and as a mate of yours you would expect me to do the same for you - eh?"
Tom (totally lost the plot): "yeah..."
Jamsie: "Well, no offence mate, but your left testicle is hanging out of your shorts."
Now, rather than hurriedly popping the offending appendage into his
over tight Ossie style shorts, Tom (I assume somewhat shell-shocked) turns to
Isobel and proclaims loudly in a cockney voice:
This is heard by numerous other people - at which point Tom adjusts his package...
Told you Jamsie spoke bollocks - eh?
Shortly after, partly in honour of Phil's fruit picking job which had prevented him from attending, Tom became known as Tom Plum.
*Tom is rather partial to big trucks - he keeps magazines on them under his mattress...