Rain... How I've missed you. For anyone in England, rain his this wet stuff that falls from the sky, filling everyone with joy and wonder. The things you see when one is travelling.
I am watching the Australian news, it is sort of like the British news with Australian accents and different place names. I really don't think that it is going to catch on,
I am a little confused as to what entry this should be.. I think that this is my fourth day in Australia As yet, I have not been bitten on the bottom whilst on the toilet... What a terrible way to go.. Here lies ollie Kennett. Heart breaker, glass smasher, cracking shoes, death by bottom bite on the throne... It puts me in mind of the woman from the mumma's and the pappa's, who died whilst gobbling a ham sandwich. Hardly the heroic demise that any rock star would wish for... Anyway, this is becoming morb
Things that I have learned:
Steak is cheap: I am usually suspicious of cheap neat, though it would appear that beef is generally cheap here, could be horse I guess.. Too soon, was too soon wasn't it. Shouldn't joke about such things. It would be like joking about other really important issues, like starvation, corruption, murder...b Ib can be insensitive sometimes...
Pubs shut early on Sunday: bridge and I decided to brave that rain stuff, and head out for a beer last night. Whether they saw us coming, I don't know, but they must have rushed to get the brooms out and to stack the chairs... We ended up in bridges work place, he must have been delighted.
I should be meeting up with another friend tonight, this one is a real Australian, yes. I know that hangingaround with the locals could be dangerous, bloody Darwin did it... Or something, look at him now...Didn't he die from a bite on the bottom? Though, if I recall correctly, it was from a rabid hooker...
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