For Wheels, 2003 ended the way it began. Asleep, drooling all over himself, dreaming of Nando's and Paris.

New Years. Such an arbitary time measurment. Stupid Roman calendar. Stupid Romans, what have they ever done for us?

Yesterday, I went with mother, to the NGV in Fed Square, and the NGV in the new building next to the arts centre. Twas good.

Then, with the addition of another parental, we saw Goodbye Lenin at the Rivoli. Twas good.

And I got an email from Chris from that theatre company, they want to have a meeting on the 8th here, at my house. Which is fine. I'm wondering what they want me to do on this project. Australian History comedy, it seems like a bit of a tricky one.

I'm looking forward to Showreel Club returning this month. I have this feeling that Showreel and any sidestreet stuff needs to be kept very very seperate.