Toto, we’re not in Africa anymore.
My resting bitch face is no longer resting.
Have fun go mad
Somewhere between Aussies in uniform, sweaty boys in Bintang beer singlets, plentiful cheap beers, we had stepped through a black hole to an Australia that never quite existed. It was 4pm. We could stay here all night.
There was only one little problem with this genius plan.
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
The relevant double-page of my diary looks like three drunken spiders had bathed in ink then played Holi there: ‘mum arrives’ is scrawled in blue next to the smudged black ink of ‘print Alice tickets!’ near ‘Wales? 1pm?’ in hesitant green. I had my first real visitor and I was determined to show her as wide a spectrum of London as I possibly could. Apologies if this post reads like a shopping list of London activities. That’s how it felt.
I hate this feeling, but I love this part
Because being an Australian in London is apparently much like being in high school again, let’s talk about boys, shall we?
Quantum entanglement
Prepare for me to be on remarkably good behaviour for two weeks, starting tomorrow.
Clap clap
So, let’s go back to the dark and rainy and neon-lit Clapham High St, midnight on the verge of Good Friday.
Gandalf, Gandhi and friends
“September 1st, 1939,” a voice booms over the speakers, “Germany invades Poland resulting in what many believe to be the beginning of Workd War II. Just over a month before this happens, Mohandas Gandhi writes the first of his two letters to Adolf Hitler attempting to prevent the oncoming war. Here to read that letter, please welcome Sir Ben Kinglsey.”
The children of the dirt
I heard the most wonderful story this week. Full credit goes to to its author, Simon Rich, who tells it far better than I’m about to.
John Salt & Strathconians
‘Oh my god!’ I say, ever so wittily.
‘Oh my god,’ she returns, also demonstrating an enviable mastery of the English language.
Nerve-shredding and giggles in the West End
Before the feeling of enchantment fades — going the way of my love of taking the tube and amusement at double decker red buses — I’ve decided to delve into the london theatre scene in earnest. As best my budget allows.
An unsettlingly big place 