Y'all. Not much has been happening here lately as you're no doubt aware. It's a combination of having a mountain of work to get through & my rad girlfriend finally having moved to Hong Kong! Woot!
So yeah, haven't had much time to update the blog considering that I now actually have someone to speak to instead of wandering around my apartment from wall to wall muttering to myself & unleashing my thought spasms onto the computer.
Next few weeks will involve (hopefully) a trip or two to the beach, which will definitely warrant a write-up considering I'm STILL yet to head down to any beach other than to get picked up or dropped off for something. I think this is fairly remarkable given that I've spent the last 6 months on this ISLAND, which really is GURT BY SEA. Sound familiar? Yeah, well, unlike Australia, here you can't drive in any direction for more than an hour or two without dropping into the ocean, so I am rapidly running out of excuses not to visit it. Anyway, so that's one thing. Then, there's a couple of shopping trips for random clothes & some shoes, which probably won't make for the most exciting narrative. But the reasoning will! We're off on our European vacation in just over two weeks time. It's going to rock harder than an actual piece of stone & is going to be one full calendar month of fun, adventure, shopping, sight-seeing, many reunions, one wedding, at least three major piss-ups, non-stop eating, the occasional guilt-driven exercise session, the odd massage & spa treatment, & a whole bunch of chilling the hell out. Oh, & a shittonne of planes, trains & automobiles.
Honestly though, right now I'm thinking less about the destinations & more about the dumb accents I can pull, so we've got Mick Jagger or Rumpole of the Bailey for London (situation depending), with the occasional Alex Turner segueing to Vicky Pollard. Bath is going to be all about Bourke from Trapdoor: "Ooh, get back in there you 'orrible slimy little critter you. No! Not up in there, ooh, 'e's not gonna be 'appy about that, 'e isn't" so on & so forth until I get told to shut up. Italy is so easy, it's a choice between Godfather or ultra-fruity gondolier. Going to have a blast with that one & just hope I don't get beaten up by the locals or my travel companions. France, I may be mildly merciful & put on the Marcel Marceau at times, which can possibly be ignored for short periods, but other than that I'll be Gabrielle Gateau or whatever his name is because his accent sounds completely fake anyway. I still hold that he's from Coonabarabran & just did one semester of uni in Paris. My only real concern is Prague. I have no idea what those people sound like. The closest I think I've got is The yugo accent, where you just deepen your voice & say 'fuckin' at the end of every sentence fuckin. But I may have to research that one to maximise the amount of stupid I can squeeze out of it. Fuckin.
Anyway, that's me for now. Looking forward to a month of R&R & hilarity & taking the piss out of most of Europe & probably driving my girlfriend insane at which point I might stop. For a while.
Hopefully, I'll post an entry before we head off, but if not, keep any eye out for photos. There will be many.
L
