Showing posts with label Parramatta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parramatta. Show all posts

Saturday, 20 October 2007

More Photos, More Houses

G'day!

Photos are being uploaded to flickr even as I type.
Photos include Parramatta and some examples of what I see along the way when I saunter into work. Andrew, I'm sorry, I've not had a chance to take a photo of me performing wheelies/grinds on my scooter :P
Today has been a lazy day of the highest proportions. This'arvo - er, I mean this afternoon - I'm off to see a flatshare in North Sydney. This morning I've tried to find an open Post Office and bank (all closed) then had my hair cut and bought paracetemol to shift this bleh cold.

The internet must be going uphill today, as the photos are still taking a while to get to flickr... in the meantime, here's the shortest video in the world...

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Sunday, 14 October 2007

Goths, Parramatta and Rugby

I discovered a rather large Goth Shoppe yesterday. I commend all Goths in Australasia for a) coping with the heat; and b) keeping such pale completions. I've been slapping on high-factor sun cream and cower indoors... and I'm still turning a pleasant honey colour*.

Thank goodness we won the Rugby again; the Aussies were rather hoping we had lost (photographic proof to follow later).

Took the ferry to Parramatta (as far downstream from Sydney as the ferries/seacats go). I only went along for the ride, so didn't stay there long (about an hour) before heading back. I saw the Olympic village in the distance and generally took in the sights of the 50min trip each way :) It seemed a rather sleepy town, but I did notice a Wagamammas, so it must be a good place to be :)

Yesterday I was filled with grumble at a (possible SA) chap who tried to get my attention in a restaurant by shouting "Oi! Pom! Pom!" Thankfully I was deep in a newspaper, so didn't realise he was talking to me until he gave up... Had I realised, I'd have been less than friendly... I don't mind being called such things - the chaps at work and occasionally at the hostel use the term, and I quite like it - it was the arrogance in the way he jeered it at me that filled me with grrr. :/

No word from the flatshare chap. I shall start looking for another property (as I probably should have been doing anyway).

* Unfortunately my hair is tending to blond, thus resulting in a somewhat contrasting look :P

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