Trash or Get Trashed

Halloa? Are you ready to talk?

This is my much-delayed shout out to all you guys over in the Old Country who gave me such a memorable time over the break and made sure I wasn't left crying into my tea back in the tumbleweed-strewn wasteland that Bologna is said to become when the students clear out over the holidays. It warms my heart to know that while the rest of Europe has to make do with periodical ransackings, you guys are over there working around the clock to bleed away London's very soul.

Special thanks go to:

Scott, of course, for opening the floodgates and giving nary a quiver as the tides rolled in, leaving beached Italians in the hall and a fetchingly remodelled back door;

James and Erica, everyone's favourite de facto couple, for managing a smile when we turned up for the third day in a row in what I like to think of as the Christmas That Would Not Die;

Jon and Fish for general merriment;

and of course Ollie, who I didn't really see much of, but who reacted admirably well when he came home to find I had stolen his identity.

After we left you guys, Ben and Kat and I had a lovely little jaunt around Italy, getting to know the local customs such as communal showers and eating horse. Unfortunately, after they left me, everything seems to have gone to hell - COINCIDENCE??!!

Post Script: The other day I was flicking through the glitzy quagmire that is Italian TV when I was surprised to see that a chat show host was interviewing the inept family lawyer from Arrested Development (pictured).



But wait, he seemed to be asking him all these questions about Happy Days...It's not..surely...it is!!!

That's no lawyer, that's...



The Fonz!!!11!!!!!1!

Well, I thought that was exciting.

mmmm, zesty

no, I haven't been eating orange peel (again..) rather, I am recovering from a close brush with death, after being witness to a brutal and unassuming RAP BATTLE!!!! It all started as fun (as such things do) but then the 'fro entered the arena, and sh*t got serious. It's easy to pretend that rap battles will never happen to you, but it's just not realistic. Any of us is vulnerable to an attack from that quarter unless you keep your rhymes polished like STEEL. I'm just glad I was with scott, cos he was spitting FIRE! (steel fire..)

in other news MY HEAD HURTS. oh and my favourite drunk irish quote for the year (too soon? I wanna get in there early) 'I tink dese guys will give us a lift home' as he collapses against a cop car.. it almost worked too, but they somehow heard he was headed for shepard's bush, it's only safe for aussie cops go there...

umm the other night we went to a house party that was identical to a club, they seriously could have charged admission. As expected the music was RUBBISH, but I respected what was going on. James passed out and awoke with pockets full of polished glass.. that's about the randomest this week.

something something. things and stuff. oh the quake2 server is fixed and running, should be getting on there tonight to have the bollocks railed out of me - good times. (check here for some form of encripted message about free corn flakes..thought I'd slot that in with quake, you know why ^^)

Still recovering from my record attempt at 48 hours without sleep, I think I can do it, I got to 40ish wihtout any preparations. I think the purchase of a thermos will do wonders for the next attempt. tip for anyone considering it, don't go to bed. doesn't help.

why did I do this? shut up, that's why.

Hey nonny NONNY!!

BurHA! So it's been a while, the festive season is such a one to twist and disturb even the best laid plans, and lets face it, mine are rarely that. So christmas went down like a reasonably greased mouthful of turkey - a decent feast by all accounts, but clearly a pauper's crumb compared to mum's home cooking >_< well fed we settled in to watch 'Kenny' which I'm given to understand is quite big at home, but here we hadn't heard a murmur of it. Was nice to sit in a room full of Australians and bask in the Australianinity of such a movie on christmas. Unfortunately I don't think we had any actual real life brits at british christmas, but we did have a hollandaise and a chillesian, which I felt atleast made it a bit european. A couple of days before christmas TimTim - the masked linguist joined us, then a couple of days after christmas the world famous journalist Ben Haywood, accompanied by his partner in grime Katrina - educator extraordinaire, came also. Somewhere in the midst of this Stevenplatz - the German Gyspy of a thousand photos - slipped the border patrols and managed to make it to our rendezvous at Stratford train station.

With this crew we enjoyed assorted escapades, most memorable probaby Windsor castle, a grand monument to what was once a MIIIIGHTYYYY empire (also the castle is lucky enough to be right next to the shop where I bought my first sword - Hey nonny nonny!). Then unfolded that alcohol lubricated madness that is NYE. I remember madness with germans, madness with italians, and madness with australians. Actually this time I believe we had an authentic brit to validate proceedings. That was nice.

Oh yeah, I redid the old head.