Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Pinch, punch, first of the month
Soundtrack: "Parts of the Process" by Morcheeba
Good evening this evening.
I've been trying to get through to England tonight, but the cheapy phonecard network is jammed for overseas calls, which is a pain. As long as I get through before midday back home: I want to pinch-punch her over the phone, which she's done to me before. My mother was introduced to the game very late on in the game, so she has much catching up to do, and she gets really competitive. It will be the ultimate win if I get her from Australia.
I really didn't do much yesterday, apart from watch "Breakfast At Tiffany's" and make arrangements to go and see Episode III again with Antoinette. And I went into town and discovered a new Australian ska band whilst sitting in a cafe drinking a chili mocha (bloody amazing drink - really gives you a kick). I really need to go and look for their albums, because they sounded really good. There'll be an update if I manage to get hold of some of their stuff - I had time to go into one record store, who didn't have their first album (which apparently is better) before getting picked up to go home. Ah well.
Aunty Wendy is on a few days' holiday starting from today, so this morning I went to University of Adelaide with her, as she and her friend Margaret were giving a talk on the hippy cult. I thought I'd go along a) to win brownie points with Aunty Wendy and b) so that I didn't have to read the arsing great book she gave me. After sitting there for around fifteen minutes, though, I was bored out of my mind, and thoroughly unconvinced. The one important thing that I learnt was that I'm definitely not going to read the book now.
Afterwards, we drove down south to Victor Harbor, mysteriously spelt without the 'u.' The scenery was fantastic - more like the real Australia than Adelaide, which is very European. The earth was red, the grass was brown, the sky was low... All very moody and dramatic. We didn't actually spend any time in Victor Harbor itself - the place is a ghost town. Instead, we walked out to Granite Island, and had an amazing amazing lunch: oysters for entrees, then an octupus salad for my main course. I'm still full, and wonderfully contented thinking about it.
We drove back to town along the coast. Because of the cloud cover, it was all angry skies and purple water, and it looked fantastic.
Good evening this evening.
I've been trying to get through to England tonight, but the cheapy phonecard network is jammed for overseas calls, which is a pain. As long as I get through before midday back home: I want to pinch-punch her over the phone, which she's done to me before. My mother was introduced to the game very late on in the game, so she has much catching up to do, and she gets really competitive. It will be the ultimate win if I get her from Australia.
I really didn't do much yesterday, apart from watch "Breakfast At Tiffany's" and make arrangements to go and see Episode III again with Antoinette. And I went into town and discovered a new Australian ska band whilst sitting in a cafe drinking a chili mocha (bloody amazing drink - really gives you a kick). I really need to go and look for their albums, because they sounded really good. There'll be an update if I manage to get hold of some of their stuff - I had time to go into one record store, who didn't have their first album (which apparently is better) before getting picked up to go home. Ah well.
Aunty Wendy is on a few days' holiday starting from today, so this morning I went to University of Adelaide with her, as she and her friend Margaret were giving a talk on the hippy cult. I thought I'd go along a) to win brownie points with Aunty Wendy and b) so that I didn't have to read the arsing great book she gave me. After sitting there for around fifteen minutes, though, I was bored out of my mind, and thoroughly unconvinced. The one important thing that I learnt was that I'm definitely not going to read the book now.
Afterwards, we drove down south to Victor Harbor, mysteriously spelt without the 'u.' The scenery was fantastic - more like the real Australia than Adelaide, which is very European. The earth was red, the grass was brown, the sky was low... All very moody and dramatic. We didn't actually spend any time in Victor Harbor itself - the place is a ghost town. Instead, we walked out to Granite Island, and had an amazing amazing lunch: oysters for entrees, then an octupus salad for my main course. I'm still full, and wonderfully contented thinking about it.
We drove back to town along the coast. Because of the cloud cover, it was all angry skies and purple water, and it looked fantastic.
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We always played it as: "A kick and a flick for being so quick."
The evil bastards still won't connect me. Very frustrating. I expect if my mother's properly worried then she'll give me a call herself.
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The evil bastards still won't connect me. Very frustrating. I expect if my mother's properly worried then she'll give me a call herself.
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