You mean it's me peepers not me noggen?

I feel like I'm getting more and more dense. You could quiz me on anything about current pop culture (of course only relating to television, music and at a stretch sport) and I could probably ramble off a million quotes, facts et al.

I realise I know absolutely nothing about history, politics or current events in general. Is this a bad thing? I fear that one day I'll be stuck in one of those moments where you're standing around, most likely in a pub, and the conversation shifts gears. Someone makes a quip about a politicians flaw or their stance on whichever war has recently broken out and I'm left standing there with nothing to say. How do I gather this information? Am I actually capable of understanding it all anyway? Maybe it's because deep down I don't want to know.

Currently reading the history of England.. it seemed logical as I'm going to live there for 12 months, I thought it would at least be able to hold my interest as they have quite a rich tapestry. But no. I'm finding my attention drawn away at the slightest of things - sleep mostly. Then I thought, fuck, I've been living in Australia for 21 years and I couldn't even tell you who the last 4 Prime Ministers were or who I last voted for (and definitely wouldn't want to admit that I voted by a random number picking game resembling Keno).

Argh. I think it's time I went to the library and borrow some of those novels I was supposed to read in High School but never did. Maybe a week without television. Perhaps no alcohol either. On second thought I think ruling out television will do for now.

You're fucking kidding, right?

8 weeks and 6 days til DECS sees the back of me. It's almost scary to think I have to finish up everything within that space of time, work wise. My slackness will be my downfall. It's not looking like they'll get my position up for permanency in that time, shame, but I know I'm guaranteed something on my return.

Got my British passport yesterday. I'm officially a dual citizen... what kind of country wants to own us?? A smart one.

Having to pack up and leave the place I'm housesitting in just over two weeks.. it's weird, I'll pack my life up, plonk it down where I started then have to do it all over again in a months time. My head is very much in two places. It'd be so easy to remain here and keep on this path just a bit longer, but I guess that's what motivated me to leave in the first place.

In brighter news... Franz Ferdinand will be playing their last England show (before coming to Oz - ARGH) the day after we land... I really REALLY want to go. Not sure if it's feasible given we'd have only been there a day, but I'm sure I can work something out.

On an even brighter note, I love that so many people have started thinking about travel or their friendship with me because of my departure.. I've had some very odd and some very surreal conversations with people I didn't expect to. It's going to be so hard to say goodbye! *sniff*

Goodbye old friend

I've decided to start up a new space on the web mostly for travel purposes. My other journal will co-exist in it's safe, private little corner of the world wide web. This blog will serve the purpose of letting you kind readers know where we are, that we're still alive and haven't been bundled into a Gulag.

So here she is. Be gentle with her.