Voodoo magic and headless chickens

Had the best dream last night: a massive cyclone/twister/hurricane whipped through the GABBA, bringing an end to the last day's play with England on 9-329, chasing 648, thus causing a draw between England and Australia in this first test. Eat that, Ricky Ponting!

Oh, well.

Also I met someone strangely cool at work last Saturday, who unwittingly made it into my 2006 nano-gumbo. I saw his name written down previously, which itself suggests something geographical, and I thought "Hey, that would be a great name for a jagged hill illuminated by a crescent moon in the blue night, haunted with voodoo magic and headless chickens et al. His name is going in my novel."

So I finally get to meet this guy.

"Hey!, I know you oh no wait, I don't, sorry."

He wasn't a particularly face painted bells and charms man. Nice, but just... nice.