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Guess what this owl/sometime cat/rare(ly) lady is doing this Wednesday night?

I'm DJing at World Bar in the Cross (that's Sydney, folks) from 8 till 10! It'll be the best night since that time got your dog wasted and played fetch with the bottle* - ALL FOR FREE! Check out the Facebook for more info here. See you there guys (which is meant in that all-gender-encompassing, 'Yo wassup guys?' kind of way).

P.S. They totally fucked up the poster so that it looks like I'm headlining. Which basically means that I am actually headlining. Over Surecut Kids and DJ Crane from Bad Wives. The. Best. Fuck. Up. Ever.

P.P.S. Warning: If the floor's empty during my set I *will* blame you. Despite all the niceties in the previous post. What? Me? Bipolar? Phh...

*Don't do this at home. Cruelty to animals is not a joke. Unless it's like, really, really funny. But even then it kind of sucks.

Great DJ

Last Thursday night, Marissa (aka DJ Stella) kindly welcomed Bobby and I into her weekly DJing slot at Club 77. We played Blondie, The Cure, Kitty, Daisy & Lewis and many other jingles to compliment her rocking '50s and '60s jangles for an hour or so until the gaggle of club-goers dissipated into the night. Admittedly, there wasn't a massive crowd (see above photo) but nevertheless, do you realise what this all means? We made our debut DJing effort. In other words, we're like totally legitimate, awesome and employable DJs now. Goodbye Bobby and Emma, hello DJ Bobbysix and DJ Meowcat.