What a lovely week this has been, yet quite strange.
Yesterday was Australia Day. I don't celebrate Australia day because I can't find joy in a day where white middle class Australian's eat lamb drink beer and completely ignore the fact that Australia Day celebrates when a bunch of white British cunts invaded Australia, slaughtered Aborigines and generally fucked the country up.
But, I did get the day off work so I spent the day at the beach with lovely pixen the gorgeous Joanna in her $15 outfit, my man of the minute Jacob (talk about awful timing, I'm leaving in 2 weeks) and various other soldies.
We swam, it rained, we went home and ate chips and then there was a thunderstorm!
Then Claire and Amy celebrated their 23rd birthday in style. Style being drunk, rowdy and dancing to Billy Bragg. I had a great night until I woke up this morning coughing up my lungs and getting a message asking if I was coming to the 9am meeting that I had organised. FUCK.
Now my eyeballs are dangling out of my head and I have to go to work in an hour.
I'm currently listening to Grandaddy - Artist's Choice. It's a brilliant CD.
Yesterday was Australia Day. I don't celebrate Australia day because I can't find joy in a day where white middle class Australian's eat lamb drink beer and completely ignore the fact that Australia Day celebrates when a bunch of white British cunts invaded Australia, slaughtered Aborigines and generally fucked the country up.
But, I did get the day off work so I spent the day at the beach with lovely pixen the gorgeous Joanna in her $15 outfit, my man of the minute Jacob (talk about awful timing, I'm leaving in 2 weeks) and various other soldies.
We swam, it rained, we went home and ate chips and then there was a thunderstorm!
Then Claire and Amy celebrated their 23rd birthday in style. Style being drunk, rowdy and dancing to Billy Bragg. I had a great night until I woke up this morning coughing up my lungs and getting a message asking if I was coming to the 9am meeting that I had organised. FUCK.
Now my eyeballs are dangling out of my head and I have to go to work in an hour.
I'm currently listening to Grandaddy - Artist's Choice. It's a brilliant CD.
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australia day here in london:
sponsored by fosters, who are going to dump a shit load (proabaly a truck load, rather than hiring out a giant stool...) of sand in the middle of london to form a 'beach' (we're currently being impressed by the potential return to double figure temperatures during the day; beach?! I ask you... we're only just melting our outdoor ice-rinks!)
then there's the volleyball and beach games (all timetabled don't you know: team volleybal 12noon-1pm, tea 1.10-hell freezing over, etc.), made worse by the continual, unceasing barrage of a live, over-loud radioshow by a typical cock of a presenter (Johnny Vaughn).
my point? yours sounded much better.
but yes: colonialism celebrated? seems kind of odd...
thanks for the warm welcome, and indeed: yay for stuff!
cheerio,
ads (a pommie, dontcherknow)
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