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The Lucksmiths - There Is A Boy That Never Goes Out It was this time exactly a year ago that The Lucksmiths played their final Sydney show before they called it a day. Waiting in that line in the cold outside The Factory Theatre as rain sprinkled lightly over our heads. This song was one of the last songs on their setlist that night and apart from the Smiths wordplay, the lyrics captures nicely how this winter has been; fa-fa-freezing!

And to make comment on last night's election. I was at an election themed birthday party watching the results unfold until 2am and it was still undecided. In a way I'm glad it was a hung parliament, because I don't think there was truly a deserving winner. I don't know about you but Harry Potter comparisons to MPs are uncanny.

EDIT: I think this place needs a new look but I'm too lazy. I realise the font is far too small and I kind of have to squint. O.o

Sandra