Still alive and kicking in Sydney
Contrary to popular belief I haven’t yet dropped off the face of the earth :)
Where and/or when I decided it had become popular belief that this is what had happened to me I’m not sure, most likely a few moments ago as I struggled to come up with a sentence to begin this blog post. I’m not even sure what I want to write about at the moment, but as my online presence has been somewhat lax over the last several days I thought it might be a good idea to post something in case people started thinking I’d taken another overdose or something - and no, there are going to be no random butt photos in this post, so if that’s what you’re here for I suggest you stave off your hunger for sexy butts and hang on in there because I’m sure there’ll be another one popping up someday ;)
I have been in Sydney now for the last six days and I can tell you I have so far seen only TWO of the main tourist attractions of this fair city. A term I have decided to use to not insult any Sydneysiders out there, for when I write my main “Addy in Sydney” post tomorrow (once I’ve seen more than just TWO of the main tourist attractions of this fair city, it will most likely become a little clearer that I haven’t been all that smitten with this city of late.
In fact I’ve been more smitten with pretty much every city I’ve ever been to; even Montreal which I was almost ashamed to explore following a random moment of kinky embarrassment which I suffered after only a few hours off the train.
Just to actually make this post about something, the TWO attractions I have seen are - painfully obviously - the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. Doesn’t everyone who comes to this city for the first time make these world famous icons their first port of call? Well, use that term lightly with me, because my first port of call was in fact a small ludicrously over-priced supermarket as I was bloody hungry and needed some shampoo. Not that I was hungry for shampoo, I was hungry for a vegemite sandwich, which I ate before washing my hair.
So yeah, in the last six days in this city I have seen the Harbour Bridge - my fourth most favourite bridge in the world - and the Opera House, my seventeenth most favourite opera house in the world (I’m keeping the first sixteen spots open incase I ever come across other opera houses, so I guess, for now, it’s my favourite opera house in the world!)
Tomorrow a lot more is planned, so you will no doubt enjoy recounting of my skirmishes in the Botanical Gardens, the joys and wonderment of the Art Gallery and Modern Art Gallery. Plus, if I can actually find any, my review of a second hand book shop; usually I can smell them out within minutes of arriving in a city, with Sydney, no such luck as yet but I’m sure it will happen.
So kinda treat this post as a prelude to a more wacky one which will appear tomorrow. I’m still alive, still doing okay (kindof a good word to describe me at the moment, nothing more, nothing less right now) and hoping tomorrows post will have a little more point!
PS…just to keep you up-to-date, in the great “What Superhero do you wanna…?” poll, the current contenders for most shaggable are Catwoman in the female category (No surprise really…leather! Whip! Purring! Go figure!) and in the male category we have Batman and Spidermanbattling it out for supremecy. If you have yet to cast your vote in this slightly inane and incredibly pointless poll you can do so here.
PPS…33 hours and counting before I goes outback on you all.
