I had one of those days yesterday. Bad weather and a lethergy that left me wondering what the hell I'm doing. David Bowie's "Rock'n'Roll Suicide" going around my head and a depressive state growing from within myself.

I took a walk between the showers. Swanston St on a Sunday evening, stopping in a Starbucks along the way. Coffee on top of the beer I'd already had. Drinking in an afternoon is never a good idea.

Memories filtered in. Trying to assess the meaning behind events. Too much thinking and too much liquid. The city was still busy as I fought my way down Flinders St. Thousands of people all heading somewhere while I just walked nowhere.

Food and a rather large plate of sweet'n'sour chicken, rice and prawn crackers nearly burst me.

Time ticked on and the cricket started. I watched it with a growing horror that was only abated by a final wicket, 3 runs short of Australia's target for victory. Shit, that was close. Struggling to fathom out why a bar full of people watching thecricket had to endure some crap music and not have the commentary.

Premiership previews and bed ended the day.

And death to iPods. Nasty, evil little things that they are.

Yesterday was a nice day again so for want of something better to do I went off to the MCG again. Figured it was about time I saw a few other teams play some footy and with a Western Bulldogs team that's suddenly found some very good form playing West Coast Eagles, who are top of the AFL ladder and look like staying there. It should have been a very interesting match.

The weekend is upon us again. It's another Friday night at the Phonedome. Doubt exists as to whether the Cats can stop the resurgent Saints.

I've also been pouring over the up-coming return of the English football (the real game of football). Fantasy teams need to be sorted, thought of and entered. Come to think of it, it's about time the NFL one was done as well.

Seems strange that this is my last month in Aus. Part of me is looking forwards to going back to England. There's a few people there I've missed and want to see once I get back.

Yesterday was warm, blue sky and a chance to get out and about a bit.

I took a walk down to St Kilda's beach. A very amiable wander. With little wind it soon got quite warm too. I was intrigued by the number of people hanging around outside the Sea Baths so I stopped for coffee to see what was going on. A few more people arrived then a pair of cameras were set up. I initially thought it might a news thing but there were far too many people.

It didn't take much longer to find out what was going on as I sat and drank coffee. Eliza Taylor-Cotter and Kyal Marsh appeared.

I hung around for a while, took a few photos before the battery in my camera went then wandered off.

One day I'll buy a second camera battery since this one, although it lasts for ages, does have a tendency to run out at inopportune moments.

Another weekend passes. Another weekend of some fun footy.

Back in the MCG again for the Demons v Saints. After the big wins from the previous 3 games this one should have been a bit tougher. Although the Demons have been on a decline lately. The Saints were somewhat uplifted by the return from long term injuries of club skipper Nick Riewoldt, Luke Penny, Aaron Hamill and Robert Harvey. The Demons, for their part, decided not to play football for the first 15 minutes. Instead going for players rather than the ball. Never a good idea. Their attempts to 'test' Riewoldt's shoulder (he broke his collarbone) throughout meant the Saints got all the the ball and scored a number of goals before the Demons got going, which they did. Eventually.