Goodnight Australia
It's been real, I fly out tonight.
Me sporting a wicked tan, I'll be the envy of Sweden.
Forecast for the night I arrive home: A low of -23 degrees.
Had a nice bbq down a coogee yesterday, rain was threatened but it turned out lovely (I had faith). Everyone enjoyed the plentiful sausages. Various people popped in and out (and off) at various times.
Wandered up past Mardi Gras. Again, everyone enjoyed the plentiful sausages. I realised that, at certain times and particular places, a viking helmet is actually a pretty gay thing to be wearing. Commented on this to a friend. 30 seconds later two big bikey guys wearing nothing but leather lingerie and viking helmets walked by. Eye contact was made.
Wandered up to Guro's house where Woody, Jenny and I taught a master class in schuplattler (german foot-and-knee-slapping dance). G also knew a variation (what are the odds?) and took issue with our rendition. Thus the great schuplattler battles of 2006 began. Ich haber eine kleine lederhosen fehlfunction.
Me sporting a wicked tan, I'll be the envy of Sweden.
Forecast for the night I arrive home: A low of -23 degrees.
Had a nice bbq down a coogee yesterday, rain was threatened but it turned out lovely (I had faith). Everyone enjoyed the plentiful sausages. Various people popped in and out (and off) at various times.
Wandered up past Mardi Gras. Again, everyone enjoyed the plentiful sausages. I realised that, at certain times and particular places, a viking helmet is actually a pretty gay thing to be wearing. Commented on this to a friend. 30 seconds later two big bikey guys wearing nothing but leather lingerie and viking helmets walked by. Eye contact was made.
Wandered up to Guro's house where Woody, Jenny and I taught a master class in schuplattler (german foot-and-knee-slapping dance). G also knew a variation (what are the odds?) and took issue with our rendition. Thus the great schuplattler battles of 2006 began. Ich haber eine kleine lederhosen fehlfunction.
posted by I-Rock at 6:00 AM
6 Comments:
Twas great to catch up yesterday. For the benefit of others, I had no idea where Ian was meant to be and was wondering around Coogee rather aimlessly looking (for what, I didn't exactly know). Then I saw something glowing on the horizon. Something very yellow. Since last time I saw Ian he was also brilliantly yellow, I headed in that direction. Very odd. It was Ian.
Twas a very enjoyable catch-up. Glad you could squeeze me in amongst your other misnavigations.
Chia is bubbling with enthusiasm for all things adventurous and world-travelly, and doing her best to simulate the associated feelings of wonder and disorientation in a city she has lived in for years.
bleh, in Singapore now. It's like 3am here and everything is closed. I got a bit of sleep, but had a bitchy woman behind me who kept noisily complaining when I put the seat back, kicking it etc. I don't know if she was drunk, or just retarded, but she could have been in the cast of Ab Fab.
Just 27 more hours to go...
Sorry I couldn't make it, big guy, I had promised Wen I'd head down the coast to see her olds.
Sorry I couldn't make it, but I wasn't invited!
Pffff. Whatever.
Welcome back to the northside. its just as well, the norwegians have been rioting since you left. They need you and your yellow powers to quell the violence!
Well, I am in Stockholm now, instrument landing through thick fog, plane literally bounced off the tarmac, then veered more sharply than I would have liked to align itself with the runway. This is the last stop over, I should be home in a couple of hours. Home swede home. Ahem.
A hilarious incidient occurred on the Singo-London flight, possibly some sort of karmic correction, or perhaps proof that I actually was in an episode of ab fab.
The woman who was kicking me in the back of the seat and whinging went to the toilet, and failed to latch the door securely. It swung open just as she had lowered her happy pants (mercifully, reg grundies were still firmly in place) she lunged to grab the door, it blithely rotated away from her, and she fell out into the hallway with her pants around her ankles, clambering to grab the door and get back in the dunny, all in full view of several fellow passengers, primarily the ones she had been recently annoying the fuck out of.
100% true story. Oh how I laughed. Still undecided on whether she was drunk or retarded.
B - my yellow aura has profound physical effects on people, even from great distances. Primarily contraction of the pupils. Some say that conservation of volume implies enlargement of other areas, styl'd erogenous.
K - I'll definitely invite you next time (farewell parties are something of a theme for me, it seems) there were three people there who knew both you and me, but not each other! Chia, bling bling, sarah. What a rich tapestry we weave.
Cok - next time, my man. Don't see what Wen can offer you that I can't...
hmmm, long reply. Probably could have been a new post. buggrit.
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