SUNDAY / 50

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I haven't had a day this good in ages. Iced lattes and an hour at the beach, a late breakfast at home with the radio and the paper and one of my favourite guys, and after it all, a nap - because being happy can really tire you out. I managed a few hours of work and some reading in the afternoon, and then Redfern Continental for wines and pasta and some very good talks.

Oh, and then PJ HARVEY. Live, in the flesh, in her glory, full of power and easily the best thing that's happened to my ears and heart in forever. She marched on stage with nine men and resounding drums and her voice was flawless, ringing out into the night. I was drawn in with her stories or war, the way she creates another world and evokes another time, and then I lost my mind for the thrashy emotion of her early stuff. It was so good I barely slept and don't even mind - I woke on Monday feeling wrought and full.

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.