Kate and Katie are far from home, but with the trusty Vegemite as their fuel (and a few assorted beverages), they plan on leaving a little taste of Australia through Europe, as they engage in the right of passage that is travel and working abroad.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Firstly a BIG CONGRATS to my little brother Liam for passing his P's test back home. Even with a near broken foot and on a mannual. Arthur Street is sure to miss you as you are probably going to spend most of your waking moments driving round Sydney!

The obvious sad news back home is the death of Steve Irwin - the girls in my house (especially Lisa, the QLD native) have been quite distressed. There has been a fair bit of media coverage about it over here and of course there was Ms Greer's comments - like someone or loathe them, it is courtesy to allow a slight mourning period before you launch yourself into a triade of abuse and knocking about the newly deceased. Unless of course it is Howard or Bush. Tact is not Germaine's forte.

I have started work at the production company and so far so good. It is an amazing old building that seems to have endless passage ways and corridors. Despite recent refurbishments there is not a lift in sight - it is stairs all the way. I relish in the notion of what this is doing for my rear!

I love the location to bits - wonderful Soho - bohemia at its best. The place is bustling and fantastic with so many different characters, sites, shops and a rich history. On my walk to work this morning I witnessed a poignant example of this diversity that makes Soho what it is - I could hear school children and looking to my side, I realised there was a parish school right beside me. Two paces forward and there is a very young looking woman luring a male pedestrian into a live show in the kind of club that serves more than booze. The time was 10.40am.Thankfully the large metal school gates are covered in by protective sheeting...

Last night I was scammed by a bum at the pub. He claimed he paid with a twenty etc etc but I had entered that he paid with a fiver. A squabble ensued after he grabbed the twenty pound note off me - at one point he had a fiver and the twenty - but short of wrestle him to the ground I was helpless when he walked out with the twenty, meaning we lost fifteen quid. Apparently he has struck before - his MO exactly the same, claiming he had the note folded a certain way to fit into his pocket - he even oprders the same drink every time...Bud...

Tash is in London this weekend - excitement - watch this space for the stories that only we manage to generate...

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