The Trots
03.27.04 (3:41 am) [edit][b]Day 100 and a bit more...[/b]
Ugh!
Another weekend, another hangover.....
Went out with a couple people from work last night to the Harold Park Paceway, to see the "Trots"!
Which is horse racing with a buggy (not a chariot as I was warned several times last night) attached.
It was really strange God knows how your suppose to pick a horse, the form is all over the place, whoever gets in front from the off usually wins.
As usual I couldn't pick my nose, never mind a winner!
But we were there for the drinking, you paid $10 and they gave you $30 worth of beer tokens, so a good time was had by all.
Off to a friends house party tonight, so more drinking and fun.
Will write more tomorrow, feeling guilty about not writing more often!
Having Fun
Matty
Ps like your blog Carl!
St Paddy's Day
03.17.04 (8:15 am) [edit][b]Day 103[/b]
So ive passed a 100 days away!
Everytime I think of home, I remember the dark, cold nights of November sitting on the bus coming back from Bootle, wishing the days away.... it seems such a long time ago...... but now Im living the dream and I must say it rocks!
Living and working in Sydney is the best thing I have ever done in life. The job's not great, because Im not great at the job
( I must be the worst salesperson in the world..Syd: How do you convince people to upgrade from one expensive piece of software to another expensive piece of software???)
but the people are cool and they haven't sacked me.... yet and it gives me a lot of spare cash to play around with. In a big city like Sydney there are 1001 ways to spend it...like er.. drinking and er..well Im sure there is another 1000 ways.
Tonight it a big St Paddy's day bash in Broadway so i'm wearing my Celtic shirt... which confused my boss as to why a Scottish team has anything to do with Ireland.. took some explaining.
(Paul you'd hate the Guinness out here, even I can tell its bad!) So i should be rolling in tonight and i'll be disappointed if I don't wake up with a plastic green hat still on my head...
Since its Paddy's day it must be fast approaching my birthday! Im 26 in 4 weeks.... 26!! Im getting old.. I have a mental picture of what a 26 year old looks like and acts like and its certainly not me!
I read there was another shooting on the High St, the Cock and Bottle this time, its getting closer and closer to The Lamb, Wavertree seems to be a bit mental these days.
Right got to go Im running out of time on the t'internet and my Guinness is getting warm!
Matty
ps Robbie congrats on the job! Welcome to the REAL world... you can sit around the dinner table and bitch about the people in work.. " oh that Maud..."
99
03.13.04 (1:06 am) [edit][b]Day 99[/b]
99 not out...
I will write something really interesting and funny tomorrow in celebration of 100 days....I may even use grammer
Matty
My Big Gay Mustache
03.06.04 (5:07 am) [edit][b]Day 92 me thinks[/b]
ive been away 3 months.... doesn't time fly!
Anyway its Mardi Gras today, and im off to watch the parade with couple of my mates. Im particularly looking forward to "Dykes on Bikes" who flash there boobs as they ride through town.
Afterwards, to celebrate this big gay day, we are having a big gay party... as you do. Everyone is dressing up, er, well, gaily. The girls as blokes or dykes and the lads as girls or like me extremely camp!
Hence the reason why im sporting a rather fetching "big gay mustache"...well i hoped it to be a big gay mustache but having still not gone through puberty properly i have trouble with the growing of facial hair, so i have in fact a small wispy mustache but it make me look very gay especially when teamed with my lovely pink shirt i have, all i need now is a nice carnation to pin to my shirt...
Right off to practise my mincing.
Matty
ps Dad, will you stop sending Ged the Red nasty letters!
My friend Fat Kiwi
03.02.04 (7:31 am) [edit][b]Day 88[/b]
Its been such a long time since I was last here, forgotten what ive been up to!
Right... erm...er...not much actually...
Ive settled into normal a pattern of working, eating and sleeping during the week and going out drinking on the weekend.
Ive pretty much got use to life in the hostel, they have a big TV room and library for those days when drinking doesn’t seem so much fun. Loads of new people to talk too.. Ive been there so long I know half the full time staff (Im sure one or two think I work there…) so the hostel is fine except... well except for Fat Kiwi.
Fat Kiwi is the bane of my life, never ever going to forgive myself for talking to Fat Kiwi….
This will sound really cruel and horrible but I don’t care.
I hate Fat Kiwi !
Fat Kiwi is a bloke who lives in my hostel and not only that he shares a room with me and I hate him but I hate him for no reason whatsoever.
He has never ever done anything wrong to me, in fact he is a polite quiet fella who keeps himself to himself, I don’t think he has ever done anyone any harm… but I hate him!
What is it about this bloke that made me hate him as soon as I met him? I really don’t know but everything about him annoys me, the way he walks, talks and really hate the way he breathes!
But, I thought, he’ll be moving on in a few days time like everyone else does, so not to worry….
No! Fat Kiwi is staying and staying for a while!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
So I spend as little time in the hostel as possible, ignore him in the kitchen and TV room but sharing a room, we are bound to run into each other. So slowly over the last weeks I get to hear Fat Kiwi’s story. He has no job or house but is waiting for a offer from a firm in Canada, his dad lives in Melbourne but he doesn’t want to stay with him (me thinks his Dad doesn’t like Fat Kiwi) and he hasn’t got many friends in Sydney ( I wonder why…) oh and he likes cricket.
I know he likes cricket because Fat Kiwi over hears me on the phone and invites himself to a game we had in the park on Saturday, I finally cracked and felt sorry for him, so I said he could come.
Fat Kiwi takes the whole thing deadly serious, it was a mess about!!! God I hate him!
After the game my friends (and even worse Fat Kiwi) assume Im his friend and invite him out to the pub that night!
Noooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooo!
I frantically try to stop them...too late..
Things had to be done.
When we got back to the hostel to change, I made strategic manoeuvres to quickly shower and get changed in the laundry room thus avoiding Fat Kiwi and get to pub (which I’d conveniently forgotten to tell Fat Kiwi which one we were meeting at)
I slowly sneak towards the front door, hoping he's not there.... he's not!
Im home free, I run out...
stop...
Noooo! I'd forgotten the Keycode to get back in tonight...
I had to go back in..
I run in grab the nearest Keycode card, but i feel a hand on my shoulder...
Noooo! I slowly turn around....
Now if it had been Fat Kiwi this would be a great story!
but it wasn't it was the Geordie cleaner wishing me a good night out.
I escape... leaving Fat Kiwi on his own like the little boy and Charlie the cat from those Government safety commercials from the 80's.
Now I don't feel proud about what i did but what you got to realise is
I REALLY HATE FAT KIWI
Matty
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