Watch your back, you're in Brisbane now...
Update: Oh good lord. I am overhearing the interview of "Mr New Housemate that will be taking over MY room". Heart rendering stuff, let me tell you. He seems a dip shit. The poor dear has no idea what he is walking into. Well, actually he does. He is walking into MY LOVELY BEAUTIFUL ROOM.
Oh dear. I think I am getting the "good lord what am I doing"s .... Oh well. Push on. Or, sourcing from Simpsons, I give you the following relevant quote!
Kang: (as President Clinton) Ladies and gentlemen, when I was a young boy I dreamed of being a baseball. But tonight I say we must move forward, not backward, upward, not forward, and always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom!
Ok. I am now in Brisbane. Fucking early flight getting up at 4.30am, which didn't actually hurt that much until around 7am... It'll do that.
But - I have finished for the day and am strolling around sunny Brisbane trying very hard not to get mugged. My hotel is in West End. This is like Newtown with bits of Redfern scattered on every street corner. I haven't felt quite so uneasy in the middle of the day for many years (since the time when, fresh out of Melbourne Uni, I went flat hunting in the heart of Redfern... Hmmm).
The internet cafe that I am in has bong's everywhere. They are big hoochy looking things like the catapiller had in Alice in Wonderland. Maybe she just ended up in Brisy?
Also, the hotel has a pool and I don't have bathers. This is not fair or cool.
In summary, Brisbane would be alot more fun if it was about 1300km south and called Sydney.
(Do I sound sulky?? I think I am practicing for the obligatory bitch sessions once I hit sunny London!)
Oh dear. I think I am getting the "good lord what am I doing"s .... Oh well. Push on. Or, sourcing from Simpsons, I give you the following relevant quote!
Kang: (as President Clinton) Ladies and gentlemen, when I was a young boy I dreamed of being a baseball. But tonight I say we must move forward, not backward, upward, not forward, and always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom!
Ok. I am now in Brisbane. Fucking early flight getting up at 4.30am, which didn't actually hurt that much until around 7am... It'll do that.
But - I have finished for the day and am strolling around sunny Brisbane trying very hard not to get mugged. My hotel is in West End. This is like Newtown with bits of Redfern scattered on every street corner. I haven't felt quite so uneasy in the middle of the day for many years (since the time when, fresh out of Melbourne Uni, I went flat hunting in the heart of Redfern... Hmmm).
The internet cafe that I am in has bong's everywhere. They are big hoochy looking things like the catapiller had in Alice in Wonderland. Maybe she just ended up in Brisy?
Also, the hotel has a pool and I don't have bathers. This is not fair or cool.
In summary, Brisbane would be alot more fun if it was about 1300km south and called Sydney.
(Do I sound sulky?? I think I am practicing for the obligatory bitch sessions once I hit sunny London!)
posted by tangles at 4:03 PM
9 Comments:
what u doin bouncing round the country like a bunny rabbit, eh?
Yes, your blog details the result of the action but not the motivation.
Bris-vegas is like that (shady). I think it's gone straight to the underworld element without bothering with the fluroscent lighting element.
A book I am reading at the moment has a chapter entitled "Homoclinic Tangles"
I don't know what that means, but I thought I should tell you.
Ian - I am bouncing around our wide brown land doing some consultancy work for my ex-company. It is not very time efficient, though, cause for one thing and another there seem to be fewer billable hours than there is hours that are a pain in the arse. Go figure. Still, they will give me money and that will be nice.
Choco - see above. Motivation is money. Money only.
Tsemaj - Yar. However, I reckon that West End would be a pretty good place to buy some property, if I was going to do so. It is getting pretty funky and has already had a big price hike, but I reckon it is only going to get cooler (re: install better lighting).
Ian - Homoclinic Tangles, huh? Sounds like last night when I was having a big natter helping some dyke at the local bar get over her broken heart. Homoclinic Tangles indeed. Ian, your book is prophetic.
I like what you've done here...
You shoulda told me you were in Bris vegas earlier, i have a local contact there that couldve provided you with, at the very least, guidance, at most, a humvee with 2inch thick armor plating and similarly endowed security personnel.
Let's call it The Giggle Tour of the Dam, two thousand and sex!
Yep. You, me, Amsterdam, 2 pounds of pot, a tape real of LSD and a whole swag of giggle. I am there. With bells on. The bells are already making me chuckle.
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