gossip update from Melbourne

Annika is booked to go to Kate and Joe's wedding and is meeting up with a couple of mates in New York when she arrives for a bit of mischief. I'm making her visit Greenwich Village and find a few of the places Saint Bob played in. Amanda stayed a night in the Chelsea Hotel but Annika reckons she won't be able to afford it.
Nick got the MRI scans back a few days ago after buggering his previously rebuilt knee again. There are a few tears but it's just physio this time, not surgery. Gool 'ol medicare.
Julia and I are going to see Andy Irvine tonight and the Ukes on Sunday afternoon at the Empress Hotel. Where's the bloody Ukes CD? Both Amanda and Annika are happy in their respective renters in inner-Melbourne. Annika has just signed a contract for the equivalent of a year's work as a research assistant at Melbourne Uni and may end up going to Indonesia for a while for field work.
Adam has just received a fesh batch of funding and has 12 months to map the vegetation in the Hunter Valley having just done the same thing for the Murray River. He put myself and my mate, Alec Simpson, up last weekend when we made a lightening visit to Sydney for the 50th birthday of Jeremy Bowdler, editor of Two Wheels magazine. Adam picked me up fromt he airport on his Suzuki SV1000 and dinked me to Doyles at Watson's Bay for a massive seafood platter by the harbour. It is a pretty city.
Dom and his band have a couple of songs on the JJJ unearthed school bands site (look for "The Rafting Kids") and at one stage were second on the top 100. They've drifted a bit but are still on the list. He's enjoying the one uni subject he's allowed to do in year 12 and is saving so he can go to Byron Bay for schoolies. He has to save as his parents have declined to have anything to do with funding it. Any chance of you going down to stay with them for the week, Sue? It would make me feel much better and I'm sure Dom and his mates would love your company.
I'm off to that area (Ballina) myself shortly for a Moree High School reunion dinner but the real reason for the trip is a return drift down the coast with my old mate Ray Firth in his green truck. I'm trying to convince him to teach me how to hang-glide. How hard could it be?
Amanda is booking bands for the Arthouse Hotel and enjoying what should be her last year of a creative writing degree at La Trobe uni. Her poor, long-suffering white Camry wagon went to God earlier this week which was a bit upsetting but her new white Camry is running fine.
I'm leading the Roff AFL tipping contest. Take that, losers...