Last night I was still showing commitment to the “getting drunk before bed will cure jet lag plan.” So far I have not benefitted from this regime and the side effects resulted in a hang over that I could not sleep off. Anyway, I saw some cracking live music last night. It was just these two guys doing covers, they did Britney, The Eagles and even the song from the end of Footrot Flats. The people reading this will either have no idea who or what Footrot Flats is or have no recollection of the song anyway. It is actually a Kiwi film, but it reminded me of home and Chris, bizarrely enough. So, I awoke at 8 am when my room mates left for work. I did not watch the Australia match because I was asleep at 5 am this morning, which I was just grateful for. Anyway, being up early, I thought I would finally get to sample the legenday pancakes that Christie spoke of at the Ritz. They were awful, seriously bad! They were cold, thick and stodgy. I guess it is all an experience though. One I will not be repeating. After sitting around for a bit more to decided whether or not it was too cold to venture outdoors, I finally caught a tram into town. I also validated my ticket (something I should have done on Wednesday) 1 stop before the ticket inspectors got on, thus saving me a $150 fine. Sorry, this is dull stuff, isn’t it? Made me smile though. Sorted out my Greyhound and the Brit at the bus station directed me to the market. It is full of the same old tat as they have in the markets in Birmingham, but on the way there I found some great boutiques and spent 20 quid (there is no pound sign on this keyboard) on 2 jumpers. Don’t think they are that practical, but they look good. After that I pretty much just wandered about in circles for a bit before getting lunch and jumping on the FREE tram that encirles the centre of Melbourne. On this tram I got to find out where all the touristy stuff in and things to do. It also went past a sculpture of an angular cow in a tree. I am totally going back for a shot of that to add to my collection of funny cow pictures. I finally got of the tram at Melbourne Gaol. I think they only spell ‘jail’ that way to try and seem more cultural. Seems more medieval to me, but I am not sure Australia’s history goes back that far. It was really interesting though and I actually finally found out who Ned Kelly was, as previously I thought he was some country and western singer. They had Ned Kelly cuddly toy souvenirs. A souvenir convict anyone? Might go and get one of them tomorrow too, they just look so adorable, which is ironic for obivious reasons, surely. After that I looked for some replacement dunlop shoes as these have holes in and I keep getting stones in my shoes. They just aren’t going to cut it in NZ. I also bought some sedetives, even though Christie has suggested caffeine. The alcohol wasn’t working and I have to beat this jet lag before my trip along the Great Ocean Road on Sunday, which departs are 7.30am. Early night tonight.