Well...
Its Friday night, and while the rest of London are celebrating the end of another working week, I - like a good bitch - am quietly waiting for the missus to come home from the pub. I guess I should expect some role-reversal now that Hana is officially my Sugar-Momma - 2 weeks and still no job. I can see myself now standing at the door at 1am in my dressing gown with my hands on my hips saying 'You said you'd be home an hour ago!'. But let me clarify - Hana is not out having fun. She's working at the pub (following directly from a day at the office). So she's doing a 16-hour day to support my sorry ass (thankyou dear...).
But its not all bad. I took advantage of my temporary freedom this evening to indulge myself at a 'restaurant' claiming to have 'probably the best kebabs' (emphasis added). Although not in the realm of Theo's in Surfers and the fabled place in Byron Bay, my lamb doner wasn't at all bad, however service was incomplete. I was given the basic ingredients of a lamb doner kebab - pita, lamb, lettuce, tomato, onion, garlic sauce - but it was all just piled onto a plate. I was left to fill the pita myself. This is a common theme in this country of lazy oafs where supermarket employees scan your groceries (while sitting in a padded chair) but leave you to pack them into bags yourself. What are they doing for their £5 an hour?!
But I digress....
The big news is that Hana and I have found a place to live! Its a lovely 5-bedroom townhouse in Hammersmith that isn't too expensive and has everything we've been looking for - including a backyard and bbq. The only down-side is we're living with 4 kiwis. So Dad, it seems that the only conversations I'll be having in the next 5 months will be about either Edmund Hillary or Richard Hadlee. There's also a token South African in the house but I think communication with him will be limited to grunts and nods until I brush up on my Afrikaans (damned if I'll encourage the mutilation of the English language by that horrible accent).
Saw a bit more of London yesterday. After an interview in the city, I spent the morning at the Tate Modern Art Gallery, which was cool. I saw a few Picassos and plenty of other weird shit but the highlight for me were the paintings by Ed Harris.. I swear. I saw him paint them in the movie Pollock...
But anyway, things are still chugging. Hopefully I get a job next week, otherwise you'll probably see me in a couple of weeks. Got a day at the footy tomorrow followed by a night out with Hana and Jess, then move into the new place on Sunday. Trying to arrange a drink with the duck man but he's a busy man and is proving elusive..
Thanks for the email Steve. Sorry to those who've tried to communicate on MSN this week - the internet cafe I've been using is pants. Let me know when my package arrives Mum and otherwise, loyal readers, check back soon...
Its Friday night, and while the rest of London are celebrating the end of another working week, I - like a good bitch - am quietly waiting for the missus to come home from the pub. I guess I should expect some role-reversal now that Hana is officially my Sugar-Momma - 2 weeks and still no job. I can see myself now standing at the door at 1am in my dressing gown with my hands on my hips saying 'You said you'd be home an hour ago!'. But let me clarify - Hana is not out having fun. She's working at the pub (following directly from a day at the office). So she's doing a 16-hour day to support my sorry ass (thankyou dear...).
But its not all bad. I took advantage of my temporary freedom this evening to indulge myself at a 'restaurant' claiming to have 'probably the best kebabs' (emphasis added). Although not in the realm of Theo's in Surfers and the fabled place in Byron Bay, my lamb doner wasn't at all bad, however service was incomplete. I was given the basic ingredients of a lamb doner kebab - pita, lamb, lettuce, tomato, onion, garlic sauce - but it was all just piled onto a plate. I was left to fill the pita myself. This is a common theme in this country of lazy oafs where supermarket employees scan your groceries (while sitting in a padded chair) but leave you to pack them into bags yourself. What are they doing for their £5 an hour?!
But I digress....
The big news is that Hana and I have found a place to live! Its a lovely 5-bedroom townhouse in Hammersmith that isn't too expensive and has everything we've been looking for - including a backyard and bbq. The only down-side is we're living with 4 kiwis. So Dad, it seems that the only conversations I'll be having in the next 5 months will be about either Edmund Hillary or Richard Hadlee. There's also a token South African in the house but I think communication with him will be limited to grunts and nods until I brush up on my Afrikaans (damned if I'll encourage the mutilation of the English language by that horrible accent).
Saw a bit more of London yesterday. After an interview in the city, I spent the morning at the Tate Modern Art Gallery, which was cool. I saw a few Picassos and plenty of other weird shit but the highlight for me were the paintings by Ed Harris.. I swear. I saw him paint them in the movie Pollock...
But anyway, things are still chugging. Hopefully I get a job next week, otherwise you'll probably see me in a couple of weeks. Got a day at the footy tomorrow followed by a night out with Hana and Jess, then move into the new place on Sunday. Trying to arrange a drink with the duck man but he's a busy man and is proving elusive..
Thanks for the email Steve. Sorry to those who've tried to communicate on MSN this week - the internet cafe I've been using is pants. Let me know when my package arrives Mum and otherwise, loyal readers, check back soon...
posted by YT at 7:41 pm
1 Comments:
The Duckman is ever-elusive. An enigma trapped in a riddle trapped in a large body with small legs. Although he may have been beaten up by some grade 3s at his school so I shouldn't be too harsh.
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