Australia

Well fuck me Tublr, hello. It really has been a while, hasn’t it? I would apologise but you’re totally inanimate so talking to you would be crazy, wouldn’t it? So what’s happened? There’s a fly buzzing around that’s trying my patience and I’m totally engrossed in Robn Hobb’s first book…the lady is a master…found a shop that deals specifically in Fantasy books in Perth (oh yeah, I’m in Australia btw) I was in Heaven…that dusty smell reminded me of Scott, somewhat…ah, home.

It hasn’t dipped below 30 since I got here and it’s well good, Doug has like 60 cans of coke knocking about his house and the temptation to not go on a binge is immense, I like doug’s house…it’s very 80’s but there’s a lot fo character and soul and clutter…unlike Janine’s, I know it’s a new place but it’s flat…dead…uncomfortable. Spending time with both Janine and Doug separately has really given me food for thought, since they parted ways there’s no denying that Doug has benefitted and Janine’s gone down the shitter because of that Northern pisshead she’s obsessed with…childish and clamouring for attention, making backhanded comments and stagnating with his weird kids.

Doug’s a true gent and can’t do enough for us, need to remember to get him a thank you card once we’re ready to leave (as soon as the banks get their arses in gear and send our bank cards) can’t wait to get on the road, 7 years if dreaming have lead to this, I’m so happy to finally be here.

Watched an interesting documentary on magazines last night, about how they used to spearhead and instigate change but now they’ve just reached a bland monotony of conformity and how now Time magazine’s ‘man of the year’ is ‘The American Soldier’ give me a break, how fucking ambiguous and sickeningly patriotic is that? Whereas in the past, Time had dared to name Adolf Hitler, Josef Stalin and Iatola what’shisface as ‘man of the year’ for fully justifiable reasons.

Makes me wanna get into journalism that little bit more.

Let’s leave if there for now, eh? I’ll let you know when I’m in Sydney.

Super Mario’s noises are shockingly familiar.

Crash.