Smart Cars and Guinnesses Someone callously swiped the left side mirror of my temperamental Vauxhall Corsa. My money is on Gary from across the street. Gary is irritated if you park your car outside his house. Heaven forbid he has to lumbar his beer belly three meters across the road to his car. We all pay our road taxes so everyone on the street, if possible, parks their cars in front of his house. Don’t get me wrong, the majority of the people on my street are lovely and don’t even mind me blocking their drive if I have to. Gary [View Full Entry]

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27th of March 2005 Nothingness to Nata. Crack of dawn and thankfully I packed light. Everyone slid their backpacks and duffel bags nicely into the truck lockers. Except the German Hairdresser. He brought a large black wheelie suitcase even though explicit instructions were to bring a backpack. It is entirely possible that he has a portable hair heater in there along with an array of Salon Selective products. He had no choice but to put it in the aisle, in everyone’s way. The beauty of travelling in a small group is having your own window seat. Derick was all professio [View Full Entry]

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Farewell Australia My mum was ordering a birthday cake for my brother when he called, ‘Bek, I don’t think I can make it to dinner tonight.’ I was fuming but held my temper. It was my farewell and his surprise birthday party. I watched my mum go to the effort of selecting a cake and dictating the message, ‘It’s my farewell dinner. Why can’t you make it?’ ‘I’ve made a booking at the restaurant under my name but my girlfriend has this problem you see and she needs my car…..’ I didn’t want to hear the rest of it. [View Full Entry]

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