Why the hell can’t you purchase a car battery at a service station? They sell bloody everything else - biscuits, newspapers, even bloody toothbrushes! For crying out loud. I blame the supermarket giants, and a dollar-grubbing populace trying to save 43 cents filling up their 4 wheel drives at the expense of getting some decent service. Also to blame are double-income-no-kid-couples, 80s glam rock bands, and the French. Damnit!
This is my view of the action in my first (and probably last) lecture at UNSW. On the wall: a sign saying “Report overcrowding. Extension 56639″. Unfortunately, not being a native of the uni, I don’t know what the first 3 digits should be.
I haven’t been home for 24 hours, I still have a slight hangover, and I desperately need a shower.
The Iranian lecturer drones on in his own personal version of pigeon English. I’ve already mastered Chinese, Vietnamese, Japanese, Spanish, Bahrainian, South African, French, Kiwi and, worst of all, American. Spare me this bullshit!
The carbon dioxide concentration is now building up to a dangerous level. Breathing… difficult… head… spinning… can’t…type… please sue… U…N…S… … …
This place is a ghost town. I’m walking through the Brisbane equivalent to Darling Harbour, and I’ve seen about 6 people in half an hour. I wish I had a better camera so I could take some decent photos.
I’ve had enough of this. I’m heading back to my hotel and calling it a night.
They have a bridge up here as well, but it’s pretty shithouse so the locals don’t really like to mention it.
This photo is in no way related to Brisbane - it’s about 1500 kms down the road in fact. I, however, have just landed at the Novotel and am about to enjoy an extravagant meal served on oversized plates courtesy of my potential employer.
After dinner I will locate a map of Brisbane and do some good old fashioned sight-seeing. Only one problem - I forgot my camera. B’oh!
This is my view for the next 8 hours or so. I am a guinea pig in a clinical trial for a guy’s PhD in pharmacology, and I am bored senseless. All I have to do is give a blood sample every 2 hours, but I’m now allowed to leave since I have a cannular stuck in my arm.
I shouldn’t complain I guess, those two blokes have been stuck down in the mine for a week now. What the hell would you talk about?
Poor bastards. I think if I was down there, the other guy probably would have killed me by now. All miners should carry emergency Monopoly sets, in case they’re unlucky enough to get stuck, but lucky enough to still have light with them.
I begin the long trek home from Martin Place. How did I get here? Where have I been? Who knows?
It’s been a good night.
Equipped with my bottle of Hansa Pils, I head through Darling Harbour. Quite pretty at this time of night.
The evening kicks off at Central Station. With a long walk ahead of me, I head straight to Chinatown to get some takeaway booze.
Flat battery
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November 6, 2006 6:05 pm | 
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