Two things happened when I just played Anne's video: 1. Our Beagle thought there was a dog outside and ran out the front door looking for it. 2. My wife thought our Golden Retriever was barking, and yelled at him. What's that they say about pets and their owners taking on similar traits?

You like beer, right? If you're in Brisbane for longer than just landing at the airport and transferring to the Gold Coast, you should totally let me buy you a beer at Scratch Bar - http://www.scratchbar.com/. Or, you know, just go there yourself. I only discovered it a week ago and have been back three times since.

She texted back "Oh, I didn't feed them before I left." I replied, "Awwww DAMMIT!" I just spent a couple of weeks in the UK, flying out while my dog was in foster care for a few days. When he got home, my wife sent me a text to say he was confused, looking around for me. A few minutes later she texted again "never mind, it was just that his water bowl was empty" Awwww DAMMIT!

On the machine I played, it was like he was screaming though a megaphone, into a tin can connected to a tight piece of string and broadcast through a 20-year old clock-radio. And the click-click of the players' footsteps. And the muffled way the ref announced "first down!"

Galaga - Forever associated with Andrew's Fish & Chip Shop - or as we abbreviation-loving Aussies called it "The Fishy" - around the corner from my childhood house. It's where kids crowded around and watched me set a record that nobody thought I was capable of. Moon Patrol - the Belmont Squash Centre. I spent hours playing this game while my parents played squash in the 80s. 10-Yard Fight - Bennet's Green Indoor Cricket Centre. I spent hours playing this game while my brother played indoor cricket. I'm beginning to sense a theme here. Pac-Land - The Time-Out arcade at Charlestown shopping centre. We'd go here every afternoon after school. While my peers would play games like Street Fighter and Double Dragon, I was always more interested in games like PacLand and Wonderboy and the pinball machine called Dr Dude.

Paper boats? Looxury! When I were a boy we made our boats out of fallen eucalytups leaves - one as the hull, one stuck through it to stand up like a mast.

Oh, and my creepy twitter experience - someone following me, apparently becuase my name's Heath. I checked out her profile and she was only following people with Heath in their name. Freak.

I said this in a @reply to you the other day, but to put it here as well. I have never seen an episode of TNG. I've seen Stand By Me maybe twice. I started following you on the recommendation of @ImagineBGP who said something along the lines of "down to earth, seems like a nice family guy". I had no idea who the hell you were at the time, but realised soon after. I actually considered unfollowing becuase I didn't want to go down the weird fanboy stalker path. But pretty soon, I saw your blog and twitter feed for what it was. A nice guy, who I could totally see as one of my friends, writing about stuff that he finds funny and interesting. So, I stuck around.

I said something along these lines in response to your tweet, but I think that it's at least partly to do with concerts becoming the new 'event'. People don't go becuase they're fans of the band, they go becuase they're event whores. I've noticed it most here in Australia at the Big Day Out. When the lifestyle section of newspapers strated running features on which multiu-hundred dollar singlet-tops and pairs of cowboy boots you should wear to the festival, I really started to become cynical. And once there, there are so many asshats who don't even know who half of the bands are. Real music fans lose out in two ways - they either can't get tickets becuase all the people going for the 'event' snatch them up first, or they do get tickets and have to suffer through people like annoying phone woman. And don't get me started on cockspanks who feel the need to scream out during the quiet parts of ballads.