There is little sexier than a chick with a guitar. Maybe a Japanese chick with a guitar. In a spa bath. That might be for another blog post. While i'm making sweeping generalisations, there is no better time of year in Melbourne than comedy festival time. Smack in a couple of gigs in the Rodrigo y Gabriela (chick, check; guitar, check) and the Datsuns (tight trousers, chick; token Ramones cover, chick; Spinal Tap guitarist, chick; silly New Zealand accents, chick) and it makes coming back after a long holiday that bit easier. All i have to do now is hang in with the new job until June and then Michael Grimes can do what Munster did to the All Blacks to my liver.