A night of interesting movements and insights. Netball was frustrating, because the umpires were useless and we might as well have been. The guy I was marking was at least a foot taller than me (and I'm not short) and there was no chance for me to touch the ball. I kept trying thought, because I'm like that. Every high pass they put up, I had to jump for. One, I was almost sure I'd reached. I could feel my fingertips brushing the ball...

And then I was falling, ninety degrees away from verticle. Spectacular sensation of almost-flying, and then my butt hit the ground, followed shortly by my head. I lay there, dazed, for a couple of seconds, until the guy grabbed my hand and literally pulled me to my feet. And the umpire called that I'd contacted him, and had to stand beside. Fuck.

But for a split-second there, what a ride.

Later, as we returned home, A revealed the new front-man for Rage Against The Machine. "Go on," he said. "Guess. You've heard of him."

My first instinct was "James Hetfield?". But that made absolutely no sense. Then again, neither does the actual name. Chris Cornell. Yes, he who was of Soundgarden. He who Loz drooled all over in grade 10. He of the intense, slow rock. Chris Cornell screaming "Fuck you, won't do what you tell me"?

I just can't see it, personally.