Where's Your Grammar, Kelsey?

Saturday night was the ACRA's and in case you don't know, that stands for... ahh, something about radio I think. The Nova gang and I headed down on the Sat to do a bit of afternoon pool partying, which turned into classic catches and who has the biggest lungs. The winner was James, the giant Peach, obviously.

The night of the ACRA's was a star-studded success. Kelsey Grammar was hosting with Amanda Keller, and although his preparation left a little to be desired, he made up for it by taking a photo with me. Kyle Sandilands abused "whoever was blowing those fucking horns" which was weird, because there were no horns in the place. Perhaps he was having a stroke. I gotta say though, I like Kyle. His brazen directness and ability to tread through the murky waters of PCness with a trident, stabbing every code of etiquette right through the face is refreshing.

Things then got a little hazy at the afterparty, but I do recall being incredibly excited when Jason Derulo stopped to do his shoe up on stage. Seemed like a behind-the-scenes sorta thing, so I grabbed my opportunity to capture a real moment on camera. Looking at the footage today, it seems rather dull. I guess that's why you'll never see a sign saying "Tonight, Kylie Minogue Ties Shoe".

Once the 3am lockdown took affect, I had to make a decision. Leave my friends (who were chatting to Andy Lee) inside to get a reasonable night sleep, or stay with them and most likely never leave. I made the seemingly wise decision of leaving, when I bumped into Hamish Blake outside the venue. I can't quite remember the exact discussion, but I think it had something to do with Exits being the best place to leave a building from and possibly Cheese.