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Published: January 1st 2007
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MEAT IS GOOD
Boxing day barbie at Gill's complete with BLACK PUDDING because we're Scottish and we love MEAT Happy 2007 to you possum! I watched 2006 die from the north side of the Sydney Opera House with my good friend Cecile and her boyfriend Pete - who both moved to Sydney as beloved spouses (on paper anyway! oh but they are beloveds), just not real spouses yet) a couple months ago from Clapham, my friend Joost from Holland who I met in Airlie Beach, and his mate Sylvia who is also Dutch and has lived in the city for 5 years - how fitting that I ended up hanging with a media crowd; all of us are in publishing or advertising, dahling!
So we watched the amazing new years' fireworks that everyone says has to be done at least once in your life, and got drunk on white wine and bloody VB beer among throngs of ozzies. It felt surreal to be looking down on the opera house, which looks beautiful all lit up and flanked by the harbour with lots of boats on it. When midnight struck the crowd went wild but I thought of everyone back home and my own beloved ones, and my friends in different parts of the world - Anchorage, Norway, Toronto, New
"Vogue"
Cousin Gill and me, christmas day York... all the kids that are far away, I hope everyone had a fantabulous new years and that 2007 will be like the best parts of 2006 but with added bells and whistles, and no gristle. I didn't make any new year's resolutions since that's about wishing for what you want, and I don't have a clue what I want. But it was a great way to close 2006, being so far away and fulfillling this dream to see some of the world - with friends old and new - since that year was really about being in recovery from a very wrong and bad relationship in the previous year, about learning how to have fun and still work hard, and for the first time, about making peace with someone very special and becoming friends, and at the same time being single and happy and free. It was about my friends - knowing which ones were real and dispensing with the fake ones plus forgiving myself for guessing wrong with the fake ones, partying, art, drinking beer, and feeding my iPod with more flamenco and electro indie courtesy of work's broadband connection and a certain lady at work uploading itunes
on every computer...no it wasn't me... anyway being on the road is really cool, but I miss the folks back home. Massive snog to Livi x x x the dudette of Hampshire.
So New Years day was spent sunbaking and recovering with Cec and Pete in Maroubra, a cute, village-y seaside town not far from Coogee and Bondi. That was lovely and it was great to see those crazy kids all settled, tanned, happy, and in nesting mode. Rock on. Then on the 2nd I went to see Cansei Der Sei Sexy at Bar Broadway. As I love my crazy brazilian electro rock and booked two tickets back in early Dec when I had no idea who would take the second ticket, it looked to be a wicked night, and it really was. It had been 2 weeks since my last dancefloor confession, and I got my first chance to showcase this cool neon green t shirt from American Apparel that fitted in nicely with the other Hoxtonite-esque kids there, electro-punk rock style. Shame I threw my brown mock croc fake converse away after I climbed a mountain in Romania in them and ruined them, they'd go so well
with that and my spray on jeans. Chris I'll thought of you when CSS were ripping it up! I did indeed throw some angular shapes and even a pogo move for you in your absence, so did Joost. I threw in a little clock move for Sonia and as usual, I had the funnest time but as usual I looked like a tit, but whats new. They even had some DJ's playing my favourite weirdo Brazilian dance/rocl music afterwards, but Joost hated it, so we went in search of drag shows on Liverpool Street instead.)
I stayed overnight at Joost's mate's Sylvia's place in Rushcutters Bay, overlooking the yachts in the harbour from her fourth floor apartment (such a cute little place - perfect for a single girl in the city) which was really fortunate, as I would have no way to get back to my cousin's place on the other side of town at 2am. The next day I caught up with my mate Sally, who I met on the T3 in the Whitsundays, and then caught the 10pm Greyhound back to Brisbane.
Lots of people can't understand why I took the bus between Brisvegas and Sydney
Speed Freaks
Me riding a quad at speed down Gill's acreage. We also had a mini motorbike and a banger. Boxing day - it's 14 hours one way, across two states. one time zone, and just under 800 kilometres, and I am doing it three times - but I was so hellbent on seeing in 2007 in Sydney and then seeing more of my relatives afterwards that I wasn't bothered. True, it's a pain sometimes when you have too much leg and not enough room, but I always have my iPod charged to see me through, and years of travelling by car to Scotland with my brother in the back trying to pick fights or cause trouble taught me to be happy just to look ut the window for several hours. Also it is the scenic route - you can't watch the clouds rise from the fields or rainforest canyons as the sun comes up or goes down, from 30,000 feet. And the landscape changes when you travel such a distance - from picture postcard rainforest in the far north Queensland to almost English countryside landscapes over the QLD/NSW border, where it is more temperate. That's what travelling is about. I even enjoyed the 40 min train journey from Kendra's place in Cherrybrook - about the same distance into town as my
Cousin Kenny
Playing Rik at table tennis, boxing day parent's house in Fleet to London - as that took you through the suburbs from a more family oriented, commuter-style two up two down landscape, through to older, almost Spanish villa style housing further in, with different types of graffiti and coloured walls, some lovely Queenslanders, and then random gothic chapels wedged in between skyscrapers.
Sonia and Rosie had a wicked christmas break watching the northern lights in iceland and spotting Bjork in an avant garde cafe while reading chomsky works. god i love those girls.
Now the rest of this month is about my cousins, since I don't know when I will see them again, I want to spend lots of time finding out about them and hopefully they will visit me in London. I'll probably take a few days in a hostel in town to check out the sights there, since I feel bad relying on the folks here to ferry me to the train station. But I am hoping also that I will get to go horseriding with my cousins Sammy and Rikki, camping with Hazel and her lot, maybe see Scott play a bit of footie since he represents his country at the under
21's so he must be hot footed, and more.
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