Cockatoos - abundant and noisy.
FEELING GO - SYDNEYSIDE SHINANNIGANS
(REMEMBER: IF YOU'RE MENTIONED BY NAME ITS COS I LOVE YOU DEARLY. IF YOU'RE NOT, ITS ONLY TO PROTECT MYSELF IN THE LIBEL COURT)
SYDNEY SIDE SHINANNIGANS
That night I reluctantly left Byron for Sydney and some big city adventures. However I nearly didn't make the bus since I had accidentally taken my wallet surfing that morning and the sea water had wiped all the ink of my bus pass, making it technically void (and Fraser had thought the bulge in my wetsuit was 'cos I was pleased to see him).
I sat with a girl on the bus to Sydney who, lets say, had her problems, "a lot of stupidity and a little luck" as she had put it. Let me ask you, what menace to society gives a random stranger on a bus sweet, sweet mandarins? I met a couple of swedish girls, Annette & Cecilia and ended up shambling after them to the Harbour City Hostel in central Sydney.
Cockatoos - abundant and noisy.
THE FEAR
My first job was working for American Express, but it was only for a week. It was also the week which coincides with Jamboree back home, and so what else could I do but to razz it up in sympathy. It was during lunch break after a Latino club night that an apparent beetroot allergy, buttered with a caffine rush, sandwiched between a night with no sleep and garnished with the bite on the neck of a small spider that I spent the whole afternoon having the most vivid and surreal halucinations I have ever had the misfortune to know. I had THE FEAR badly that afternoon. What better way to get over it than with an early night, eh?
WRONG!!!
LOADED was beckoning...
LOADED
My big night out is Thursdays, down at the Kings Cross Hotel for LOADED, top indie / brit-pop night manned by Djs Porch & Van McCann.
THE WEDDING
Staggering into the hostel at 5am Sunday morning ears ringing and drunk the last thing you expect is bumping into someone sitting by the door. Even further from your mind is that person asking you to be a witness at their wedding in a couple of days time. Well, that's what happened. Along with Sarah, the photographer and the celebrant, I was the only person to witness the joining in holy matrimony of David and Gillian Armstrong. They married at a quiet and secluded spot in Sydney's Botanical Gardens, whilst Sarah and I looked on. I was even sporting a shirt and tie, it was that special! They went off to start their new life together, whereas I went back talking shite to people who don't want to listen in a room I didn't want to be.. But yeah, best wedding ever.
THE WEDDING PARTY:Gill, Dave, the Celebrant, Sarah & myself.
The next few weeks were spent boozing and shmoozing, making new friends and bumping into old ones. But the hostel life wasn't in my idiom (word!) so I tried to move out as soon as possible. And that takes us up to the here and now. I'm living in the museli belt beachside suburb of Manly in a seaview located balcony flat.
After tommorrow I quit my office job with a newspaper no one ever reads to start a new job. There's some sort of sporting thing going on here in Sydney as of Saturday apperently, and I've got a job with it. So keep an eye out for me at the Darling Harbour venue - Wrestling, Boxing, Fencing, Volleyball, Judo, Weightlifting.
I'm going to be ringside at the OLYMPIC GAMES!!!!