One of Rochelle's friends from work (hi Rodney!) lent us his Dreamcast for the weekend with 348597347 dodgey pirate copied games, WTF. We've been playing miscelleneous crap all night (Who wants to beat up a Millionaire!) and it looks the go for tomorrow morning as well. We wandered down to Fairfield for a bit of a locks-choppin' at our usual hair-chopping place, with Rochelle sporting a trendy 'layered' cut or something, and me with my usual. Bonus, now I can eat without my hair getting in the way!