I'm sure y'all have probably had enough of me whining about my puffy cheeks and my growing resemblance to Quagmire (today, I think I look a little bit more like E.T.) so I shall write about events from the week before last. I just wanted to tell you all how much I enjoyed going to watch Erlend Oye dj as well as seeing him and his mate, Erik (I hope I spelt this right) perform in concert as the Kings of Convenience. I've been meaning to see Erlend Oye dj for a long time now. He definitely lived up to my expectations. Playing an eclectic mix ranging from 80s love ballads to obscure French Housey type choons. He added layer upon layer to each mix he did by singing on top of the records, along to the records, adding in his own words where there might previously have been none, or even killing both records and singing to no music.....He also managed to single-handedly revive my interest in dancing. I was just commenting to a friend recently that these days, when I'm out clubbing, I bounce around cos I'm drunk and dancing seems like the done thing. However, Mr Oye's made me see that it is possible to really enjoy what you're listening to and to be able to express the joy you're feeling just by, say, moving your hips from side to side or tapping your toes. I think about all the kids out there, going through their choreographed Melbourne Shuffle dancesteps, thinking that they're the S**t when really, it's just boring to see what they've spent hours in front of their mirrors practicing over and over again. If only more of us could dance like Erlend or even my mate, The Tick. The latter was enjoying himself so much that very same night, doing his little jig, that Erlend came down from his dj console and danced with him for bit. It was a joy to behold. Hooray for dancing like no one's watching eh?

Choonage: Royksopp - Remind Me
I am loving this song so much at the moment. I can't stop listening to it. It almost consumes me.