Yeeeeeeeeeeeew

Haha, sorry. I've picked up an annoying habit of shouting that anywhere and everywhere I am. I'll have to stem it though or I might get laced by someone. Highly unlikely though as all the folk over here are too nice. Suppose I'd better get on with telling you whaat I've been up to for the past few days. Okay then.

Seal Rocks

Is about three hours north of Sydney and that's where the surf school was. There were nine of us on the trip, all a good laugh. The place we stayed at was...

Bugger that, I can't be bothered to describe it too much. It was good. That's all you need to know. Pictures will be ensuing but not just yet (for some reason none of the comps in here have cd drives.... useless) So surf school was 2 days long. It's just like riding a bike. No probs at all getting back into it, apart from the fact that I am weak. My arms stopped working half way through the first days and I'm now in agony. Chucked my back out too but that's all the fun of the fair. Industrial scale mozzies have had their Ollcake and eaten too.

Got back

On Friday evening and arranged to go out for a beer with one of the lads from the surfing trip. I also got in touh with an old school mate (Alex Stiff) who I haven't seen for 6 years. So I got to the bar half expecting to be stood up as I was a bit late and no one was there yet. So I asked a group if I could nick one of their chairs. They gave me one then came over and told me to join them whilst waiting for my mates to turn up. How ridiculously nice of them. Anyway, Eddy ad Alex rocked up eventually. Had a class night with them two and only got in in the wee hours this morning. Bloody knackered (and still sore) today so I reckon I might have to go sit in the spa for a while. Mark's (Scottish lad in the flat) birthday is on Monday so its another night out tonight. Phew, I'll be half dead tomorrow. Quiet week ahead though before Katy gets here. Oooh, and loads of cricket on to be watched religiously (if only it'd stop pissing it down! Yes that's right, I'm moaning about the weather again but honestly, a thunder storm every gray day? What's going on?)

So the pictures will be up soon of me goofing about on a surf board... betcha can't wait hey?

Made it

Indeed I have. I'm now in (not so ) sunny Sydney. I've met up with Glanners and I'm kipping at his place for the time being. Good news for andy is that he might have a job starting on the 11th so if he does get that I'll leg it and probably go find Katy and Fi. Hostel is booked for the 20th to the 29th (crimble) and I think KAty's booked us in to a place in Coogee for New year (well done that lass).

My bag arrived today having been left in Singapore (muppets). Andy got woken up at half 6 this morning by the courier as I'd given them his phone number. Haha! And the kindly gent even went downstairs and picked it up for me. Int that good of him.

Jet lag has taken on a whole new meaning. My body clock's absolutely ruined but I guess it'll be alright soon enough.

oooh it's cold and it's dark most of the time and it's altogether not the best time of year to be in England. Hmm, how to solve this problem? I know, I'll leg it to Australia. Yes that's right folks, I can't stand another British winter and why should I when an Australian summer is only on the other side of the world?

So tomorrow I fly to Oz. Marvellous. I must apologise to those of you that know me if I've been a little rubbish (well totally rubbish actually) at getting to see everyone before I go to say proper goodbyes. I know it's a terrible excuse but I have been really really busy sorting out affairs before I leave.

As for the blog, well I suppose it will morph back into the travel journal thingy of old. Many of you may wish to unsubscribe as tales of sun sea and sand may well make your winter here less bearable than it would've been. Be happy for me though. It's not all roses anyway, the flight's really long! I'll blog next when in Sydney. Ciao for now!

Not that I'm xenophobic

But our american cousins can be quite daft can't they? Slightly old news that our waistband challenged cousins have been getting up to silly yanctics concerning law suits and a certain Scottish restaurant. Personally I'm not adverse to munching on the highly unhealthy products of Ronalds' boys but I am also not unfamiliar with PMT*.

Our American friends must have experienced PMT on more than one occasion, although looking at the average volume of the US belly this could have taken a very long time. So their law suits have prompted a change in the marketing plan of the fast food giant. Let's be heathy, lets go to Mcdonalds. Doesn't sound right does it? Neither does, "I'll have a and a pasta salad please."

It appears to me that fast food is fast food. It is an indulgence but not sustenance. If people are stupid enough to eat it all the time then that's their fault but really, suing them? Idiocy. Still this outbreak of greed (monetary not gastric) could have had an unintentional knock on effect. A scared marketing team at McDonalds are pushing the healthy stuff. Great idea, but no one's eating it. Carry on at this rate and we might see the collapse of the Golden Arches.

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*PMT = post McDonalds trauma. A direct result of taking an American appetite to a British belly

Word on the street, or more truthfully in the kitchen, has it that the subscription service has once again gone down. It does have a really annoying habit of doing that, but after a bit of jiggery pokery, I think I've sorted it. So yes, once again you can be innundated with your little bloglet mails alerting you to the fact that is groundbreakking, sharp, topical literature on the revolicktion. Of course, you may not see it that way but who's counting.