Yes I said dolphin boomerang. Magic happens at the brick wall on James Street in Guildford. I felt like my angel was injecting me with vibrancy. Or do I mean my wanjina? What the hell. 
Dolphin boomerang. Away out, man! There’s a bit of the beatnick in all of us. As Sir Les Patterson says: never trust a man who doesn’t smoke. 
Krazy Kym and I were baffled by the people on the bridges over the Mitchell Freeway. Were they expecting a Bunbury roundabout to be installed? Are they queueing extra early for the Skyshow? We Woogled on the way to up there but were none the wiser. Anyone? 
