Australia’s foremost sex blogger (as JB hath dubbed her), Desci, and her boyfriend came to Canberra this weekend past in part to view ancient Egyptian thingumies but mostly (or so I tell myself) to meet their adoring Canberra podcast audience.
Desci’s take on their trip can be seen here.
It was intriguing to meet up with someone whose voice you know so well and whose life you feel like you know a bit. It was also bizarre to spend the evening being called “Kerces”, not a name I usually hear spoken aloud.
Anyway, the pair seemed to have enjoyed the day and a half they’d spent in our fair capital before JB, Random Git and I (and Enny — hi there, going to come out of lurkerdom?) met up with Desci and Bob for drinks, podcasts and dinner and to find out what outsiders think of Canberra.
The highlights for them were apparently the Civic sheep, Goodberry’s/Rubee’s, Kingsley’s, the Civic sheep and the ears on the mummified cat in the Egyptian exhibition. Desci also praises our taxi drivers (! but I don’t think they tried the phone booking system) and berates an unknown shop assistant for not being able to direct them to a particular street. The lack of people, dancing and dreadful music on Toast was a sore point (although JB and I went on to the Phoenix afterwards to see Dahahoo and it was packed and fabulous) but we did try to explain about Canberrans and their general aversion to dancing.
A good night was had and putting faces to names was (perhaps) nice to be able to do, as well as finding out what amuses people about Canberra.