Snoring.

Hello everyone!

So we've moved into this new backpackers, 6 beds in our dorm. The latest guy to move in is called Dwayne, a canadian from....Canada.

Now. We are pretty clever people. We can send men to the moon. You can press a button on a phone in one country and talk to someone in another without wires. So why, pray, are there still ignorant pricks out there that can't figure out how to stop people snoring. This guy doesn't snore like a regular - it's more of a throaty cauldron of flem. Scientists of the world - get to work! Laura's coping well with him. Last night she jumped out of her bed, smacked the nonce on the head, told him to 'SHUT THE F*CK UP - WE CAN'T GET TO SLEEP YOU SELFISH DICK' I don't remember him snoring after that.

Laura's rage is getting worse. Taxi drivers, bouncers, DJ's, Canadian snorers....you name it. I blame Andy and Chippie from back home. Lads - you've done well, anger management required.

So my thought for the week out of the way - what have I been up to since last time? In short, not much. In length, read on...

Basically, we went bowling for comedy value with names like Zebulon, Xavier and Mork III of Winterbottom. Erm. Ye. We'd had a few beers...



Nice action Phil!! (That's Phil on the left using the bowling rail)

Have been applying for wads of jobs, but you need a certificate to work with alcohol out here. Will hopefully get one soon, but it costs you about 80 bucks! Everyone else has got jobs apart from me, must be the fact that I turn up wearing shorts, tshirt, sandals and 'crash helmet' harido.

Went for an interview today and ended up having to do a practical exam! Had to pour pints, take them to tables and carry plates. Oh jesus how embarrassing. THEN - the burd asked me the following question. "If I had an order of $3.70, and someone gave me $20, how much change should I give them". I mean jesus. To cap it all off, I got the train all the way home, and eventually noticed I was still wearing my name tag! Wondered why I was getting strange looks on the Bondi Junction express...

Can't really think of much else that happened....Oh ye - last night I started talking to some gorgeous burd. The chat went on bla bla bla. Anyhow, eventually I found out she was 30! She left without really saying goodbye properly, but all is not lost - looked in my pocket later and found a note from her saying 'call me!' Tremendous! All without even trying. She did leave with her guide dog though.

What the hell else have we done? Hmmm no idea. OK - here's some postcard pics for you....



That's the good old Sydney harbour bridge (the locals call it The Coat Hanger). A bit of usless trivia for you - Paul Hogan, the guy that played Crocodile Dundee, used to paint the bridge for a living!



Everyone knows what that monstrosity is. But she wanted in the picture anyway.

Some of the beautiful Darling Harbour...



That place is packed with pubs, several of which we have inhabited. One of them, Pontoon, was the scene of the greatest 'You tired your best, mate' award presentation. One of B's mates Boydy tried SPECTACULARLY to get fired into some wee burd all night. Even his silky dancing moves (doing pressups on the bridge after) didn't work. Maybe next time boss!!

Just along from Darling Harbour are the spectacular Chinese Gardens. This place is a TREAT. Right smack-owch-that-hurt-bang in the middle of the CBD of Sydney sits this wonderful wee place. $3 gets you into the most tranquil, outstanding surroundings, while spookily being so close to the hustle and bustle of Sydney. This photo does only some of the talking...



Not much else has been going on (there isn't enough time!) although we do don our 'DICKHEAD' hats on a monday night to watch The Batchelor. Finale next week! Found yet more places that sell Irn Bru, Walkers Crisps and all that crap - the burds are going mental!

Hopefully the next time I talk to you all I'll be on a steady income working as a masseur on Bondi Beach and staying in a penthouse appartment. Realisticly, I'll still be looking for jobs, accommodation...and that 30yr old!

Take care,

Mick

PS - A huge huge huge huge huge Happy Birthday to my big sis Vick. I can't remember her age exactly but she's quality.

Vick and Bro - Hope you're having fun in lurvely Goa!

Colin - There's just no SAC-AH-TA-FAH

Peek eh - Yes I was blind! Hopefully talk to you soon!

Loydddd - congrats again on all the job offers!

BC - WHAY HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Rod - Please stop sending me more pictures of your bare ass. I get strange looks from everyone in here!

Phil, Ross, Emma - You guys are quality. Real, real quality. 2 big thumbs up!!

M + P - always good to talk to you both.

The Donnelly's - Cheers BIG TIME for getting Ron to contact me - enquiries are continuing!

Marrissa, Paula, Cara - how are you burds getting on?? Mail us at me at fizin.com

Glen + Ritchie - Oh Dear - Roll on the 24th!! Let the battle commence!

Caz, Chazza - Keep the texts going, tremendous chat.

Faisal - Derimah.

Bobby - I remember trying to phone you one night - it rang out - DECENT!!

Steve + The Empster - Tremendous chat. Keep it flying.

Spreg - Hello. Did you really see Norrie's length?

Big Justy!! - How are ya boss? You playing RUUUUUUUUUUUUUGBY again yet??

All the other tims - Take a look at yourselves in the mirror! Seriously.