Merry Christmas
Let me say some pish about the last few days before I give you some Santa chat.
So it's out on the town in Adelaide with Laura and Rita. Some guy who thinks he's hard as nails and descibes himself as 'the head of security' gets us into some club for free. Bit of chat, few games of pool, and its off to an after hours pub. Meet a few folk who are having a party and they've got some guitars - i'm there. We arrive in this guy's house who i've just noticed has the campest voice in the world. Within 10 mins there's 4 of us there - i know no one. I complain to them all that I walked all about Adelaide that day looking for a haircut. The camp guys' eyes lit up and he proceded to open up a cupboard and bring out all sorts of barbers stuff. Before you can say 'Number 2 all over' I'm sitting in this chair getting my haircut by some ozzy poof, being guitaro-serenaded by some fat bloke and his even fatter burd.
Needless to say I felt slightly scared, even more so when the gayblade demanded payment off me. Upon retorting 'I have no money' he says, 'I'm sure we can work out some other form of payment'. I sober up immediately. He complained to me that his PC broke a while ago and an engineer couldn't fix it. I spot my only other chance of getting out of this place, besides bolting out of the front window, and duly fix his PC. It's stupid o'clock and he's offering me another drink, I politely decline and with my back to the wall, retreat out of the place and bolt. 2 hours of walking gets me home in one piece at even-more-stupid o'clock, I grab some brekky and fall asleep.
All accompanied by the usual thumping heads and reeking of fags (pun intended) a few of us sit and watch 7 hours of videos. Laura and I get the bus to Melbourne.
Ah the bus - the only place that seems to amplify the smell of a young child being sick. For 10 hours. We get the tram to our hostel which is right in the CBD of Melbourne - not bad, if a little clinical. We're now GMT +11 hrs.
I look inside my backpack - i'm short of clothes - where the hell have they gone?? Hello Mr Mastercard, goodbye Mr Money. Get a phonecall from BC - he's outrageously blotto from his staff night out; drinking his payrise off the company instead of earning it - way to go B!
Matt (Vick's mate living in Melbourne who she spent Xmas with 9 years ago) picks us up and we head to his place for some beers b4 heading out for T with some more folk including Zara, another of vick's good mates from school. Matt loves his wine - so much so that when Laura and I move in on the 23rd for a few days, we will be sharing a room with 3,500 bottles of the stuff!
So Matt, Laura and I hit the clubs for a few beers etc, dance like complete and utter tits, and Laura and I return to our hostel. Where we meet more ppl. It's already holy-shit o'clock, but we head out to a 24hr student pub. Meet a rangers fan, everyone gets chucked out apart from Laura and I, where L gets offered a job behind the bar despite being unable to string a sentance together.
The mother of all hangovers. The next day is spent arguing with a shop owner for giving me the wrong top-up card, listening to laura being sick and eating subway sandwiches. Ahhh it's a hard life.
Bring on the CULTURE - we hit the museum with another guy called Matt we met in Adelaide. This modern art stuff is pure pish by the way! Was hoping to stick up some random pictures today, but the faggot that runs this place won't let me.
So it's a Merry Christmas from me, and hope you all have a great time. Was looking at the forecast there, it's going to be 33C here on xmas day - I'll be throwing as many shrimps on the barbie as I can.
Enjoy,
Mick
M + P - managed to leave the envelope at Matt's - will get there 2moro - ain't even looked inside it! Hope ure feeling better! Say a big hullo hullo to Uncle Tom and Aunt Catherine!
Vick and Brode - Have a quality xmas wherever it may be! Happy Birthday Brode - only 30 years young!
Brian - Ladies and Gentlemen - I present to you the biggest drunken lout on the streets of Glasgow. 'You know ure a dog' Will miss our 5pm Xmas eve shopping, but hey - I don't have to buy anything!!
Rod - Fizoid answering machine message, yesh. Take care of the 2 old folks!
Peek eh - immense photo!
Colin - BADAR. Fire the golf ball that way!
Jonny - hope Daft Friday went well!
Folk I've met since leaving Glasgow (esp. Ross, Phil, Emma, Rich, Glen, Jospeh and Brett) - Hope to meet you all in Sydney for new year, if not somewhere else some other time!
Everyone else - have a fizoid xmas, drink to excess, don't say thanks to ppl who give u presents, and before you judge a man, always walk a mile in his shoes. After that, who cares?..... He's a mile away and you've got his shoes!
