Yes, we made it in one piece, though the effects of 2 hours jet lag and getting up at the crack of 8am have turned us into sad old farts who have gone to bed far too early. We're missing the Sydney Leather groups "Cattle Prod" party, but with Club Kooky tomorrow we should make our quota of partying this weekend.
Oxford street hasn't changed much since I was last here in 2005. Still dark and seedy and full of drunk kids and beggars, with doorways that smell like wee. Reminds me of home.
Much like the Oxford, though the last time I was there my feet stuck to the manky carpet. Now it's all white terrazzo and colour changing LEDs, and a hefty dose of reverb to keep things interesting. Nice to see Grant's Harbour City Bears artwork on the wall and hanging from the ceiling though!