Heavy Plant

Walk past a "Heavy Plant" warning and wonder vaguely if the trees thought it was for them; if whoever put it up had enough imag...


Summer has arrived...

Summer has quite clearly arrived in Sydney. It hit 40°C here yesterday, even the Aussies called that bloody hot. Thankfully the humidity stayed below 20% so you could still move around in it but it was a bit like being shoved in a tumble dryer. It's on days like that I really appreciate the breeze off the ocean at Maroubra and - joy of joys - the air conditioning in the new flat.

Go fly a kite. You're missing out here, it's a great photo.Unfortunately what I really wanted to be doing was not sitting at work in icily air conditioned building. This was however the most sensible thing to be doing. I went downstairs at lunchtime to read my book and made the mistake of putting my bare forearms on the table. The tabletop is was solid granite and had been in the sun all morning. I made a sound like a wounded baboon and found something to rest on.

My mum arrives here for Christmas on Friday morning from the UK, where it is winter - I hope she's ready for it. Christmas is going to be a bit odd I think. We have a couple of friends coming over for dinner and there's mum and Rik and Em and I. That's six people, we have only 5 chairs of various heights, 5 sets of cutlery and 4 plates. Oh well we'll just have to get pissed and not worry about it.

We have discovered that there is a wireless internet connection here, though we can't establish whose it is or why it's here at the moment. I can't say it's troubled me overly. It means I have the internet at home so I shall be spending far more time tossing myself senseless whilst Em isn't around updating things on here and getting some more fiction and other writing done. Of course what I'm supposed to be doing is looking for a job but I've already spent 2 hours doing that tonight and I'm rather bored of it.

I've got to do something productive with my time or I'll go bloody nuts. I recently re-read the entire Lord of The Rings trilogy and it took far too little time. My brain is about to start making trouble for me if I don't find something to do and there's only so much tennis I can play. I have started playing chess again but I'm not too good at it. I guess a proper job is the only solution. I don't want a job I want to spend all day at the beach. It's only accross the road, I wouldn't even have to walk far. Oh well, back to the slog, I'll see if I can find some funny jobs to write about...


  1. Forgot to mention the picture! It is one of my own taken on the way back from a mini-festival thing a while back.

    It's quite good innit?!

  2. I was just about to say, yes indeedy sonny-jim, that is a mighty fine electric painting you've taken there, tally-ho, but keep your equipment away from the neer-do-wells in your locale, what?

    I want warmth dagnabbit. The Japanese don't believe in central heating, I'm at home wearing a hat and scarf & I can see my breath.

    what do you want a job for anyway?

  3. Poor you, Christmas in the sun, Christmas on the beacj, Christmas in a sea that's just ever so slightly too warm to stay in for too long. What a bloody great pity!

    Personally I too will be going swimming at Christmas - in a warm water spa in the hills near Samobor with steam rising into the frozen air, the cure being generally taken along with a glass or two of mulled white Croatian wine and a shot or two of rakija. The only problem is that you have to watch that you don't, as a result, fall sleep in mid bathe, slip gently beneath the beautifully seductive warm water, and drown.

    Oh yes, and I agree with gs - what do you want a job for anyway? They just get in the way of things you really want to do. (Oh, hang on, fathers aren't supposed to say things like that, are they? Oh well.)