Arrrrgggghhhhh

I've made the ultimate decision..... Saturday night I have chosen Reel Big Fish over Muse. I've made my decision, and I stand by it.

You know you've been in London too long..

... when people important to you start moving home.


This morning Megs packed up the very last of her things (I potted her gravy mix and Special K.. yes!) and left Willy G forever. I was quite upset but didn't do the whole 'let's cry on the person leaving, thus making it harder for them to leave' thing.

I only started realising over the last few weeks how much she had been there for me and how close we actually were (without living in each other's pockets). I will miss her, and her quirks, a lot. She'll be returning to Denny (hello country Victoria!) eventually and god knows how long she'll stay, in my opinion, probably not long. We've decided she should fly over to Adelaide when I'm home and I can show her 'the sights' (should that be singular?), which will be very surreal. For now, the rest of us are left to pack up what's left of my only known residence in London ;(

On the complete other hand, I picked up Jarrod from Heathrow yesterday... what a spin out. He didn't really have a clue what was going on and clearly was buggered from enduring the 25 hour transit. After a near impossible 1.5hr journey home we got him showered and free of baggage and it was off to Sainsbo's for beers and food.. hurrah. I think J met pretty much everyone immediate to me within an hour or so and probably zoned out when we all started talking on top of each other - as we so often do.

Being the ever so-good host, I took Cazza's bed and left Jarrod to make his way to sleepy land upstairs. Tucking myself into Carol's bed, trying to sleep to the tune of Coldplay, I'm not sure whether it was the msg consumed at dinner or the Asashi's (which washed down said MSG), but I had dreams of shacking up with John Mayer....?! I was a little startled waking up, to find myself alone and sharing a room with Maree .. and, sadly, a bit disappointed. Haha oh jesus. I also had a dream a few nights ago that I met Kylie Minogue in a rather non-hyped mad fan rush. What is my mind telling me??

So, off the beaten track for a minute there, let's steer it back.... good luck getting home Megs... despite what we told you, we will miss you!!! xxx

Girls on film (pronounced "fil-um")

Mostly for the attention of my olds, may I present, my house in film form.

And don't message me saying how boring this is, I never hyped it (Matt, this means keep your piehole closed).




p.s. Hi Mum and Dad! Leave a comment for the nice people ploiiise.

One more thing to tick off the list

So, last night - after a day of recovery from Meg's last stand at the Reddy (but I'll write about that later... pics and all muahaha!) - Carol, Maree and I found ourselves at the London Kabbalah Centre sitting in on an introductory seminar.

Now. We are by no means religious (and for the record, Kabbalah is not a religion), nor were we seeking spiritual enlightenment. The flyer read 'A free seminar on positive thinking!'. 'What the hell!' we thought... after Carol eventually told me where it was being held we both twigged that this could perhaps be a sales pitch. (Were we ever right!) Our better judgement aside we thought, bugger it, let's see what this is all about.

1 hour later the 'gates' in our minds were opening... we knew we were ready to 'receive the light and energy from all the sources around us'..... if only I could've banished Papa Don't Preach and thoughts of Madge from my mind so I could hear the Teacher speak.

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Seriously though, our introduction to this spiritual path was quite interesting. The only things I had heard about Kabbalah previously were thanks to the media and it's articles on Madonna or any other celebrity of the moment. Some interesting reading folks.

Ashamed

Last night, for the second time in a fortnight there were severe delays to my tube line (and a few connecting others) "Due to: A person under the train".

Instead of thinking "Oh my god... that's horrible..." the only thing I could do was stand there huffing and puffing (Carol style) about how late my train was and how heavy my bags full of supplies for dinner were getting. "Typical f*%king tubes..grr..".

I'm turning into a Londoner and I hate it.

Destination nowhere (Pt. 2)

Well. We knew it was a possibility, but when it became actual fact the disappointment set in. Friday night, after three hours of sitting on the cold concrete that is the upper carpark at Heathrow, we found our flight to Amsterdam had been cancelled. Gutted doesn't even begin to describe how we were feeling. For weeks all I had wanted to do was to get out of London and visit Europe again. It was not to be. It seems, for now, I'll have to make do with memories of last weekend's fleeting visit to Birmingham.


In brighter news, Reading is only 10 DAYS AWAY. I can't believe how close it is.. I can smell the muddy fields from here. I'm still trying to acquire a tent (hello Ebay. I was caught up in a bidding frenzy this morning... some deviant outbid me with 3 seconds left. Little do they know a better tent (with accessories.. HA!) is now up for only 99p. Get in.). We've pre-ordered our cases of cold Carling to help us settle in on day one. Only thing left to do is buy some gumboots and we've got ourselves a festival people.

The next 10 days are actually event filled in themselves. I've got a lunch on for one of my friends who is getting married, we're putting down the final deposit on our new place and we're off to the Reddy this weekend for Megs' farewell. Next Tuesday, there'll be tears and beers as we have a final dinner with our head honcho Megsy. Jarrod arrives on Wednesday, bright eyed and bushy-tailed (haha, I'm optimistic! no ipod and no laptop make Jarrod, something-something. Damn terrorists). Thursday as we wave goodbye to Megs we'll have a day to deal before packing up our minimalist backpacks and trudge through the mud puddles for the best weekend ever!!!

Ok... now back down to earth to continue counting down the hours until my next auction... 9 hours, 23 mins....

The meaning of... well, me.

Rez -- [noun]: A person of questionable sanity who starts their own cult 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Destination nowhere

I go to Turkey, my credit card gets stolen the day before. I go to Barcelona, I leave my Australian Passport behind. I go to Amsterdam, terrorists decide to try and blow up 10 planes and Heathrow goes into shutdown mode!!!

Well, that's a little dramatic, and I'm sure we'll get there, it's just concerning when you're watching live feeds from Heathrow where the (already long and hideously treated) lines are snaking around the departures lounge and right back through security.

As of now all European short haul flights to and from Heathrow are suspended until 3pm this afternoon. No hand luggage is allowed on board (except absolute essentials such as passports, medication, wallets) which must be carried in plastic bags given out by the airlines. Everything else must be checked in (say goodbye to the idea of self-check in grrr) and everyone must be hand-searched and x-rayed. For fucksake!!

I'm by no means psychic (and you can leave the jokes out about being psycho), but I forsee long, looooong waits tomorrow night. Exactly what I need after a week of no sleep and long days at work. Ahhhh.

Hear YE Hear YE

I call to arms anyone who dare join the Monopoly Board challenge.

These geniuses derived a plan to complete a pub crawl around London hitting up every spot on the Monopoly Board in one day.. FANTASTIC!!


P.S. Gonna have a gooood time toniiiight.. rock and roll music gonna play all night!! Yes, the time to see Barnesy has arrived.... we are happy little vegemites us *rock hand*

Happy 9 month anniversary!

As Vanessa so eloquently summed it up "If we got preggas when we left we would now be parents.."

And so on this glorious ocassion (well, 3 days late, but hey). I announce the following..

You purchased 2 tickets to:
Tool - Standing
Nottingham Arena, Nottingham, UK
Friday, 01 December, 2006 7:30 pm

You purchased 2 tickets to:
Tool - Standing
SECC, Glasgow, Lanarkshire, UK
Saturday, 25 November, 2006 7:00 pm

You purchased 2 tickets to:
Tool - Standing
Wembley Arena, Middlesex, UK
Monday, 27 November, 2006 7:30 pm


OH MY FUCKING GOD