That special time of year again

Due to severe lack of Australian music this year, my Hottest 100 voting is as follows...

Foo Fighters - The Pretender
Fratellis - Chelsea Dagger
The Hives - Tick Tick Boom
The Hives - Well All Right!
Kings Of Leon - Black Thumbnail
Kings Of Leon - Fans
Kings Of Leon - On Call
The Living End - Rising Sun
Puscifer - Queen B
White Stripes - Icky Thump

We're thinking Powderfinger or, most likely, silverchair will take the crown... all will be revealed at our Triple J party, January 25, 11:30pm. Be there or be very square.

Happy Anniversarrrrry taaaaake twooooooo

God damn. The older I get the more I hear myself saying 'where has the time gone??'. It seems like just yesterday that V and I embarked on (not only a trip leaving behind a team full of disappointed Sydney University volleyballers haha) our first anniversary meal at a restaurant full of our most favourite meal enhancer... garlic! (but trust us, it does beer no wonders).

We downscaled this year given that in just a year we were that much busier and, for me, that much more hungover. Still wondering how the hell we ended up working in the public service - but forever grateful that's how we crossed paths - we looked forward to next year where our first trip is already half planned.... Kylie in Hamburg. Prost!!

x



Meeeeeeemorieeeees

Aussie, Aussie, Aussie

Upon approaching the voting line at the Australian Embassy on Thursday night I felt a bit choked up. It's not that I'm a politically minded person (like most Australians I just want to see everyone be given a fair go), I think it was the fact that in 20 or so minutes I'd be let onto Australian turf right here in London. Not even the obnoxiously (and obviously new to the UK) loud Victorian behind me could ruin that. I was glad too that I was from SA (a state where an AFL WAG can run for the House of Reps..) as we had the third shortest line only just behind WA & NT/TAS.

In true Aussie style, there were free beers afterwards - too bad they were Carlton Colds.

And, as I type, I'm continually being updated from Danny and Nicki's 'Fuck Howard' party. Jubilation, much singing and of course, drinking for Kevin in 07. You miss plenty of big moments living away from home, and for this one I wish I was there!

Accident ward, take 2 (this time I made it to the majors!)

Who would've thought I could make it 2 years in the UK and only admit myself to A&E once. Nope! Yesterday I yet again got to experience the wonder that is the UK health system. After seeing a nurse, a (what I'm guessing was a trainee) doctor, another doctor then a surgery doctor, my symptoms were diagnosed as inconclusive and I was sent on my way with some paracetemol and painkillers (albeit very good ones!). So, with my doctors booked out until November 28 I sit and hope this 'pain' (kidney, gallbladder, stomach.. whatever?!) subsides as I can't afford to waste another 5 hours of my life in waiting rooms.

Special thanks to Dyl my knight in shining armour who escorted me home - black cab and all! x

Mmm hospital food. Enough to make the pain slightly worse..

Thanks...

...to the universe for making what was a pretty good day yesterday supremely shit.

After an away-day with work (brainstorming at Linklaters - eating all the free cookies we could get our hands on and a visit to the 2012 Olympic site..) we ended up at The Lamb Tavern for a few quiet vino's.

Upon leaving I went through my usual motions.. open handbag, grab oyster card, ipod, glasses.

I pulled out oyster card, ...., glasses. NO FUCKING IPOD.

I even made a slight scene by stopping a lot of post work pedestrian traffic by emptying my bag on the side of one very busy street outside Liverpool St Station. Nothing. Gutted could not describe how I was feeling.

So, feeling sorry for myself (and perhaps slightly on the drunk side) I cried all the way home (sorry to all passengers on the 6:53pm Hammersmith & City line, heading westbound).

Luckily, I have the best bunch of housemates anyone could ever want to live with who had my spirits up (and wine opened) within minutes of getting home.

I may have no ipod, but I guess it's not the end of the world. It did lead to me hearing some interesting mutterings on the tube this morning...

Better late than never

Towsty.. you get the second ever birthday dedication of this long running (and eagerly anticipated) journal.

Enjoy!

Oh my fucking god

(12/11 - Edit... we have freaken tickets! haha)

Holy fuckin' shit

"Hi there Winner,

Yes, you're a winner! Congratulations, you're the lucky recipient of a pair of VIP tickets to Glastonbury next weekend!

Please respond as soon as possible today if you're able to make it next weekend with the name of your guest and your postal address.

Thanks

Lauren
Marketing Executive - Q, Kerrang!, Mojo, Empire"



I am utterly speechless.

Why I love living in London #6384

My diary next week...

Thurs June 14
Modest Mouse
QOTSA
White Stripes

Friday June 15
Cat Empire
Just Jack
Kelis
Faithless

Sunday June 16
My Chemical Romance
Muse

Baby dontcha sign that paper tonight, she said

Last night I went to one of the best gigs ever. Leah, Dyls, Hogga, Az and I saw Reel Big Fish at the University of London. It reminded me a lot of Adelaide Uni Bar... a fucking awesome place for live gigs.

We started playing nicely in the bar


Then we got amongst it..


Then we got on top of it..


(how those boys lifted me I have NO idea)

Then we got drenched..
(Leah gave the ground 2 beers after spitting most of her first one in my face).

Then we gave it eyes..


Oh and did I mention I MET DAN REGAN?!
Holy crap.

Me: Hi Dan! I love you guys so much, you rock!
Dan: Thanks!
Me: I saw you a bunch of times in Aus and caught you at Reading... that was fucking awesome
Dan: It was a great show! We didn't play Sell Out though..
Me: Yeah I know, dickheads in the crowd were throwing shit and booing
Dan: Yeah, security dragged us off so we couldn't go back on.. we're opening with it tonight though *grins*
Me: Get in!!

FUCKEN YES!!

Oh, and at some point we actually saw the best ska band on Earth






We ended the night by displaying some unbelievable acrobatic skill on the tube.

(I fully fucking landed that too, complete with Olympic finish).