Posts Tagged ‘Australia’
Where everything is a question? - November 13th, 2012

I’m not even going to bother with the obligatory apologies and excuses for not having written earlier. I still enjoy writing but my lifestyle has changed somewhat and does not allow me to keep this up. I’ll still keep it there and will write when I can but I’m not going to go so far as to make any promises for future output levels. I have a 3 month sabbatical at the moment so am writing from my Sister’s balcony in Sydney and so far have the impetus to write, though that may dwindle. The 30 songs in 30 days? Dead! Over! Forget it. Move along, there is nothing to see here.

and now the end is near… - October 28th, 2010

Ok so I actually wrote this a few months ago but haven’t gotten around to posting it. Deal with it. So after a few less than comfortable flights i finally lucked out. Seated in 75E which probably doesn’t sound that good…except it’s actually the very last row in a 747, the center part…and there’s no one in 75G, F or D. That’s right folks…this little black duck has 4 seats to himself at the back of the plane. So at the moment i have what is left over of my beef ragout on the table to my left…my laptop on the table in front of me and a glass of red and my ipod on the table to my right…and the 4th table rested.

A vacuous husk of a woman - January 6th, 2010

H&M is not the place for sprint cyclists and hockey players. Seriously, even with my gut i can wear a slim-fit business shirt and the cut is good…but slim-fit trousers? I have to go up to twice my waist size before i can get my legs in without looking like the frontman of a britpop article band…

It feels like ages since i’ve written anything so i might be a little rusty. Sort of like Basketball at the moment. I’d love to see the German’s i play with, play a game with a full referee – it would be hilarious. It’s not a foul if you lose the ball people…these are called steals and turnovers. I’ve also read an incredible piece of tedium from Squires which may have dulled my creative abilities in telling a tale so apologies up front…it’s all on your shoulders mate.

I still call Australia home - December 24th, 2009

Merry Christmas all!

I had to slightly edit this one because of some comments leading up to the US election, for no other reason than they didn’t make sense now in the timeline. Oh, and i was in Australia when i wrote this one so just pretend im on holidays there and not in the UK.

OK so speaking as an Australian in Australia…albeit for a short bit of time, here are some observations / words of advice…

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways… - December 11th, 2009

*** Warning ***

It’s another long one. Sorry, but it is a little treat for y’all. This is the blogging equivalent to a time capsule. Every computer i work on – work, home, laptop, etc. has text files scattered about, normally called something ingenious like blog.txt with one-liners and point-form arguments or stuff i want to write about. The idea being that occasionally i open it up and flesh some of them out into a post. Sometimes i can’t be arsed or don’t think they need further explanation which usually provides the shorter snippets at the beginnings of my posts.

The Roadtrip Pt III – Three, is a magic number - October 30th, 2009

A decent nights rest and very little to drink the previous night meant we were feeling fine. We set off to enjoy Prague during the daytime. not phased by the seemingly ineffectiveness of the ‘Slavic plan’ it was decided that if we were to run into any nefarious creatures on the trams or in the streets silk would address me in Serbian – though sadly not on the Serbian finger phone – and i would respond with ‘Da’. What could possibly go wrong?

When i grow up, i don’t want to be a pussycat slut - October 11th, 2009

I am eternally surprised when i encounter someone who walks slower than i do. I don’t even know if what i do is considered walking. I sort of amble. Michael Jordan can walk faster than me by jumping and letting the earth rotate beneath him. If i was in Zeppelin the chorus would have been “It’s time to amble on, sing my song” I should have stuck with my songwriting…my lyrics are awesome.
“and i got more rhymes than the beasties got songs about having more rhymes than other people, places and things”

Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon - October 9th, 2009

Never one to take more than i give, here is a little bit of education for y’all. Wikipedia is a bit like a pick-a-path novel sometimes. Reading an article on Australian sports fans being limited to 24 cans of beer for the annual Bathurst 1000 race and the associated uproar, some young upstart for the BBC has tried to claim that the title given to Aussies as big drinkers may be erroneous. Typical really – whinging frigging poms trying to take some other title off us. Let me just reassure you, we will confidently drink you under the table. The Germans…will drink you under the table. The Irish…will drink you under the table…then wake you up to do shots.

The thumb is mightier than the sword - September 23rd, 2009

I wish that my runny nose would either feck right off, or would turn into a full-blown cold. I seem to be resigned to some sort of sniffly purgatory and i’m not that big a fan it must be said.
I should take this opportunity to mention that a lot of the things i write on here have been previously road tested on the unsuspecting individuals i hang out with. It’s probably a good thing they don’t read my blog cause then they would realise i am just going for extra mileage of something that has already gotten a laugh.

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