Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Bumming around town
Soundtrack: “Editor’s Recommendation EP” by Half Man Half Biscuit
Wednesday 6th July. I slept till mid-morning, then I got the train into the city. Whilst on the train, this bogan guy got onto the train and started talking to anther bogan guy who was already on the train. Once their conversation had finished, the bogan who had just got on made to walk down the train to sit down (they were in the standing room only section), but then the first guy called him back with the sentence: “Do you have any weed, mate?” And the second guy just sold him the drugs, there, in broad daylight, on the train! Sin city indeed.
I went back to Circular Quay to visit the Museum of Contemporary Art, but I wasn’t impressed as it was just filled with pretentious bollocks that wasn’t good enough to go into the Art Gallery of New South Wales. Before I got bored, though, it was time for me to go and meet up with Richard, the guy I met on the Ghan up to Alice Springs. We spent the afternoon bumming around Sydney and talking up England’s chances of regaining the Ashes, which was just lovely. There was a real holiday atmosphere around the Quay, as the sun was out and there were children playing everywhere because of the school hols. But anyway, clearly, I’m having Toby withdrawal symptoms, and Richard’s obviously just a replacement figure until I get home…
Wednesday 6th July. I slept till mid-morning, then I got the train into the city. Whilst on the train, this bogan guy got onto the train and started talking to anther bogan guy who was already on the train. Once their conversation had finished, the bogan who had just got on made to walk down the train to sit down (they were in the standing room only section), but then the first guy called him back with the sentence: “Do you have any weed, mate?” And the second guy just sold him the drugs, there, in broad daylight, on the train! Sin city indeed.
I went back to Circular Quay to visit the Museum of Contemporary Art, but I wasn’t impressed as it was just filled with pretentious bollocks that wasn’t good enough to go into the Art Gallery of New South Wales. Before I got bored, though, it was time for me to go and meet up with Richard, the guy I met on the Ghan up to Alice Springs. We spent the afternoon bumming around Sydney and talking up England’s chances of regaining the Ashes, which was just lovely. There was a real holiday atmosphere around the Quay, as the sun was out and there were children playing everywhere because of the school hols. But anyway, clearly, I’m having Toby withdrawal symptoms, and Richard’s obviously just a replacement figure until I get home…
