Greetings from Canberra, the throbbing heart and soul of Australia – whatever the doomsayers tells ya...
Okay, an exaggeration, but it's the last one you'll find in this column. Over the next few weeks, months, shit, even years if Mr Goldby can put up with me, the aim of Terror Australis will be to get you nice an' familiar with some of Australia's best 'undiscovered treats'. Thankfully it's not all Airbourne, and we'll be bringing you the best that the Australian rock and Metal scenes have to offer right here in our little niche at MetalTalk.net.
Watty wanted to know whether I'd be interested in trying out as vocalist for a band he'd joined, tentatively to be known as Sapphire. They rehearsed every Saturday afternoon, and if I was interested somebody would pick me up tomorrow and we'd see how things went.
I walked home on air. Not only was I virtually in a proper band, they'd come to me! No pouring through the small ads in Sounds or Melody Maker for Scotty, or no. The mountain had come to Mohammed, if you'll pardon the religious allusion.