I had hoped the two would cancel each other out like global warming and a new Ice Age. As its 6am in the morning in Melbourne (and 7pm yesterday in London) and I’ve woken up after 5 hours sleep perhaps the plan is working.
Prior to setting off I had the bombshell news from my new boss that 1) he thinks I look like Stephen Fry (there is a gym here which this comment has motivated me to use) and 2) he knows Monty Panesar personally. And used to work for Elaine Page.
So far Kevin has come to the attention of the authorities only once - being stopped at immigration control for having declared he was unemployed on the landing form. “So how come you could afford to come here then?”.
Although our cab driver was wearing a Santa hat (it was 36 degrees at the time) there has been a cheering lack of Christmassy tat on display. We were Long Marched by Keith into St Kilda’s beach which, when we found it after miles of tattoo parlours and photocopier shops, was excellent and a little too relaxing. Sadly, as I thought we were only going out to get food for the flat, I didn’t take the camera. So my only photographic efforts are the flat and dawn below.
On the cricketing front we discovered on the Singapore leg of the journey that “Bowling Shane” had retired. Thankfully we will get to see him play in Melbourne (and possibly take his 700th wicket) but we are now totally scuppered for getting tickets for his final test in Sydney. I was lucky enough to see him at Trent Bridge in 1993 in his first Ashes series. Hopefully we won’t see him getting his maiden test century.
Prior to setting off I had the bombshell news from my new boss that 1) he thinks I look like Stephen Fry (there is a gym here which this comment has motivated me to use) and 2) he knows Monty Panesar personally. And used to work for Elaine Page.
So far Kevin has come to the attention of the authorities only once - being stopped at immigration control for having declared he was unemployed on the landing form. “So how come you could afford to come here then?”.
Although our cab driver was wearing a Santa hat (it was 36 degrees at the time) there has been a cheering lack of Christmassy tat on display. We were Long Marched by Keith into St Kilda’s beach which, when we found it after miles of tattoo parlours and photocopier shops, was excellent and a little too relaxing. Sadly, as I thought we were only going out to get food for the flat, I didn’t take the camera. So my only photographic efforts are the flat and dawn below.
On the cricketing front we discovered on the Singapore leg of the journey that “Bowling Shane” had retired. Thankfully we will get to see him play in Melbourne (and possibly take his 700th wicket) but we are now totally scuppered for getting tickets for his final test in Sydney. I was lucky enough to see him at Trent Bridge in 1993 in his first Ashes series. Hopefully we won’t see him getting his maiden test century.
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