"OZ WAS a lot more pies than id expected to be honest. Didn't help that our motel in St. Kilda was above a 24-hour pie shop. It was a bit like England with US size suburbs and a heap of sun, plus everyone seems to exercise a lot more than we do. Also they drink plenty beer, eat pies and snags. A heady mix. The fish and chip shops sell chilled bottles of dry white wine, not bottles of Irn Bru, which we could buy at the local store and it was sold as a energy drink.

All the locals said we shouldn't have stayed in St. Kilda, as that's where all the British tourists stay. We liked it though. There was a beach close by, again everyone said it wasn't a good beach but looked pretty good to us golden sand, clean water and the possibility of sharks.

It was also a chance to consolidate GANGHUT a bit as well, as there was less of us it meant we could discuss more what was going on, rather than in Bristol where we all just did what Kev and Jason told us to. This was good as quite clearly we all have different ideas of what should happen within GANGHUT. Now reading back over, consolidate isn't the right word as it cant be consolidated as by its nature its fragmented and different things to different G-HUTer's. Maybe more that it became less one persons vision and started to become many different possibilities in the eyes of everyone involved.

We also swelled our ranks with Mr & Mrs Haughey signing up to the cause, their invaluable support and inside working knowledge of OZ outdoor barbies and sausage suppliers helped more than they will ever know. The sight of Joe Haughey arriving at lunch time with a cool box of beer and snags from his cousin's butchers (Haughey's Meat if your in the Melbourne area, Joe tells us his cousin has now started to make an OZ Lorne Sausage and he cant make it fast enough) will be a vision that stays with me till I die. Beautiful.

Our ambition is just about matched with our skill as you can probably see from the picture of the structure in the book. Every day's a school day though and if we ever do anything abroad again I think we will make a lot less assumptions about types of timber etc we expected as standard. Full marks to Jason for not only actually getting the order through once we got there but for providing about two hours of sleep deprived non seneschal timber related ramblings to total non plused OZ timber merchants in his finest Brigadoon accent.

We also met Ralph, a South African artist who now knows what the rhyming slang for 'Nat King Cole' is. He also taught us to say some quaint Afrikaans phrases about when your mother was giving birth. A truly cross continental cultural exchange - fuck networking this is what its about, making friends and getting on with other people.

We also met tons of other folk from around the containers village who were sound as well, plus hundreds of ozzy's who where on the most part sound, trying to think of any un-sound ones but can't. Too relaxed a life style to get worked up about anything I reckon.

Quite a lot of boaby talk but that's nothing new on that GANGHUT assignment, as was proved this summer at the Scottish Sculpture Workshop (but at SSW I reckon it was a 50/50 split with pies & boaby's). Also Kev and Jason must spend at least an hour every morning talking about their dodgy guts and the problems they're having with shiteing. It takes me a good week to settle into a toilet routine when im away from my natural habitat, but wondering if their guts are as bad as they say maybe they should go to the doctor?

Anyway wondering how to wrap this up as promised id email this to Kev before lunch and the time draws near. Maybe there will be chance to write something about the project in Lumsden next year with SSW, but fuck knows the state of everybody's guts at the end of that one. Although I hear Skiddy junior has been squirting shite at her dad."