So a while ago now I was on the 67 tram one evening after work. It always fills up pretty quickly on its way up St Kilda Road, and as usual we were standing room only before we were half way to the city. I think I was staring out of the window, or reading my book, and so I didn’t notice a couple of older ladies–maybe in their mid 60s–until the couple opposite me…
As part of an ongoing attempt to post more stuff on here, here’s another short entry of suitably diminishing quality: So the area around my office here on the edge of Melbourne’s St Kilda seems to have its fair share of crazies hanging around. A few weeks ago, for example, my boss told me that, on driving into the office on his way back from lunch, he disturbed an otherwise normal looking middle aged lady…
So I’m thinking that the bottle of wine and accompanying block of posh cheese that I found on my desk this morning on my return to work might have been a nice gesture on the part of a well meaning co-worker (or possibly my company, although who knows as there’s no accompanying note, or explanation, and no one else seems to have one…) Might have been, that is, if it wasn’t for the fact that…
It was probably a bad sign when, on the way into the city to see the Mystery Jets, it became apparent that the kids on the other side of our train carriage were also going to the same gig. They were discussing their fake ID strategy for getting themselves admitted to the venue, which included the convulted explanations they were going to use for why the names on their tickets didn’t match the ones on…
Not that I could particularly care less what Stevie Gerrard may or may not have done to some DJ who refused to play a Phil Collins record for him, but it’s nice to see Southport in the news, there. I’ve never been to The Lounge Inn (bit after my time, I think), so I’m obviously disappointed that premiership footballers aren’t beating people up in the Kingsway or Manhattans (not that I’d know what either of…
On previous occasions when I’ve left a bit of a gap between blogs, I’ve always had some kind of excuse to myself–usually a backlog of travel related musings that I wanted to get down before moving on to more recent events. But this time I’ve just not had anything much to write about. Before we left, I thought that moving to Australia would provide me with the impetus I needed to ramp up the blogging…
Ah I see. So squirting your tomato sauce onto the top of your pie in the shape of the country of Australia, that’s just a serving suggestion.
Living as I do these days in a cultural backwater, I didn’t get to see the new Bond film until last night. Although we had to wait for it, we haven’t been spared the hype, marketing, and product tie-ins, so it was surprising that given all that pre-publicity we were able to roll up to our local multiplex on the spur of the moment on the film’s Aussie release day and get tickets for that…
As my ongoing photo a day project will attest, we’ve now been in our new home in Australia for six weeks, and now that I’ve finally got round to blogging the rest of our amazing South America trip, I can start to talk about the real world, insofar as we find ourselves back in it. After a few days back in Southport, the final legs of our journey took us briefly back to London, then…
Yay! I win at betting: