Saturday, March 31, 2007
Did I mention I'm in London?
Why am I walking so quickly? Because I'm in London, of course, and I don't want to incur the wrath of the collective users of the Tube, or the bus, or the footpath. Or maybe I'm affected by the city in the same way everyone else is. Everyone here has somewhere to be, even if they're going nowhere. I feel that the busker in the underground tube station - the one with the reggae tea-cosy hat, playing classics on guitar - I feel that were he moving, wherever he might be heading, he would be going so fast.
London, the imperial heart of the English empire, doesn't seem all that English. It's an ethnic melting pot, and my suburb Holloway is no different. Very fortunately, we have a fresh food and fish market almost 30 steps from the door, and I've found a butcher who seems pretty good. There's an English pub 30 steps in the other direction; and just a little further on there are enough kebab shops to make a late-night walk home feel very much like Nørrebro in Copenhagen.
A walk through central London feels very much like a walk along the Monopoly board, at least because most of my knowledge of the city comes from that famous pastime. My bank is on The Strand, I've walked up Regent and Bond Sts and hopped off the Tube so often at King's Cross. Hopefully I don't roll three doubles.
Come Monday morning I will be joining the morning rush on the Tube, direction: Liverpool St Station - for my first day of work in "a little while" (I don't think Student House counts). A London city law firm... in tax... aagghh!
London, the imperial heart of the English empire, doesn't seem all that English. It's an ethnic melting pot, and my suburb Holloway is no different. Very fortunately, we have a fresh food and fish market almost 30 steps from the door, and I've found a butcher who seems pretty good. There's an English pub 30 steps in the other direction; and just a little further on there are enough kebab shops to make a late-night walk home feel very much like Nørrebro in Copenhagen.
A walk through central London feels very much like a walk along the Monopoly board, at least because most of my knowledge of the city comes from that famous pastime. My bank is on The Strand, I've walked up Regent and Bond Sts and hopped off the Tube so often at King's Cross. Hopefully I don't roll three doubles.
Come Monday morning I will be joining the morning rush on the Tube, direction: Liverpool St Station - for my first day of work in "a little while" (I don't think Student House counts). A London city law firm... in tax... aagghh!
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
The Next Stage
I'm in the UK.
A Copenhagen rendezvous began in the Yorkshire town of Sheffield; by next week I'll be in London.
A Copenhagen rendezvous began in the Yorkshire town of Sheffield; by next week I'll be in London.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Cousin Sophie's 21st
Dad cleverly orchestrated my short visit home to coincide with Soaf's birthday...
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Rewind: Footage of December's Riots
I borrowed this link from the blog of one of the guys still in Copenhagen, Leon. It shows just why the police had so much trouble evicting the youths at Ungdomshuset.
Fast-forward to now, and the building has been knocked down despite further riots in February. According to Leon, it will be replaced by a church of some religious sect. Same evil, different name.
Fast-forward to now, and the building has been knocked down despite further riots in February. According to Leon, it will be replaced by a church of some religious sect. Same evil, different name.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Momentarily Home (or Momentarily Away)
"This is Phil speaking. We're running a little late, but feel free to ask one of the girls to get you a drink, and we'll take off in just a moment"
Phil was the pilot. His informality brought me back to Australia even before I'd arrived. The broad aussie accent was familiar again. Descending over Melbourne, the first thing I noticed is that the greens have turned yellow, and the yellows are turning brown. The drought and the water restrictions here are having a noticeable effect; even clandestine nocturnal watering isn't sufficient.
Melbourne is still bathed in good weather, and I took a bath in the surf yesterday with Marty and Hoges. Great to get down to a beach (at Philip Island), although the waves weren't much chop.
Of course we had time to stop at the pub there for a quick beer or four... Just had to remind myself what aussie beers taste like. Good of Marty to take one for the team and drive us down, even after a very late night on Friday!
Funniest of all was seeing the aussie larrikins down at the pub: classic!
Phil was the pilot. His informality brought me back to Australia even before I'd arrived. The broad aussie accent was familiar again. Descending over Melbourne, the first thing I noticed is that the greens have turned yellow, and the yellows are turning brown. The drought and the water restrictions here are having a noticeable effect; even clandestine nocturnal watering isn't sufficient.
Melbourne is still bathed in good weather, and I took a bath in the surf yesterday with Marty and Hoges. Great to get down to a beach (at Philip Island), although the waves weren't much chop.Of course we had time to stop at the pub there for a quick beer or four... Just had to remind myself what aussie beers taste like. Good of Marty to take one for the team and drive us down, even after a very late night on Friday!
Funniest of all was seeing the aussie larrikins down at the pub: classic!
Videos from Laos
Zipping through Bokeo Nature Reserve
A Monkey being a monkey...
...and Jeremy being Jeremy
A Monkey being a monkey...
...and Jeremy being Jeremy
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