One Summer I headed off down the road with a friend to see Patti Smith at The Big Day Out. Many foolish young people ignore SunSmart warnings to be rebellious but just get burnt. City fathers, know your children well, for time may leave them stranded ... Hmmm .. must remember to bring lunch next time. Patti reads poetry from her book. This woman is deep I thought, having suspected it all along. On the front of the book is a photo of Patti as a young woman. I take photo's. Not much mosh to contend with. I take more photo's. Patti's band plays rock.

Hmmmm .... that was two summers ago. In the intervening time I've been back home and brought the band up to the mainland. Now we are lost, waiting for an order. Direction is via an imaginary map drawn with mustard on a Big Mac bun we found in the carpark. Trevor find direction through the book. He reads us odds and ends now and then. Scoob knows it by heart having found it in the first place. It is because of the book we are here.

That's how it seems. That's how it seems from the days we walked the forest and rafted the stream.

Work on the Toneric continues to progress. The ship promises seperate accomodation and a great journey. Deliverance maybe. It's purpose shall be revealed before to long. Trevor remains convinced. He had a dream. It is uncertain about what. The Scoob thinks we are destined. Noone knows what for. Rock Stardom or maybe something more meaningless? A footnote in Molly's empire ? Legends in our own lounge rooms ? "We have come this far, we must go on", he say's. "The competition's a mediocrity."

The Mooks have lived in a box all summer and life is mad. Summer is drawing to a close and it will be good to be gone from the beach before the bad weather sets in.

Yesterday I thought about home. The distance from here to there.

Back over the border the world goes on. Radio plays transmission. Somewhere there's a war.

Music is on the cards. Sometimes a Mook plays dulcet tones on his guitar and writes songs. The sounds of his invented chords drift over the beach. I like that bit. Sometimes the band plays rock and roll. Maybe The Mooks will create their opus.

The Scoob travels regularly via the replicator and gets supplies. In Mook Replicator World Scoob is king. Maybe we should think about getting a chess board and resuming the comp. I think it's your turn. See you in chess heaven.