YES, I'M STILL HERE

Thanks to those of you who have written to me, worried about my welfare after three weeks with no witty and intelligent myspace posts by yours truly. I haven't been kidnapped by the ever-present internet-stalking weirdo loonies, and I haven't been off having exciting adventures with the Doctor in his giant TARDIS (do you like my new photo by the way? I decided to tell the whole world what a Doctor Who-loving nerdy-pants I really am).

I've been having internet iss-ues. Don't have it at home, can't access fun parts of it at work, and have been too busy experiencing extra-curricular activites to find time to sit in an internet cafe and write about them. Now it's 10pm, I have the day off work tomorrow, and I'm sitting in an internet cafe with a can of Coke to keep me awake, listening to Jay and the Doctor on Triple J breakfast. Let me tell you what I've been up to...

AAAH! I'VE BEEN UNMASKED!

Just found out my little sister has a profile page on another networking website and has posted photos of me on there. Holy bagoley, here I am trying to be all mysterious and non-cyber-stalkable when my little sis has posted a photo of me busting out some drunken dance moves in her lounge room with a bottle of beer in my hand.

I suppose it's not such a big deal, given that most of her friends looking at the website have first-hand experience of seeing me embarrassing myself in a semi-inebriated state. And considering last weekend involved a 12-hour drinking marathon culminating with dancing on a floating disco boat until 3am, my London friends are also under no illusions that I'm either sophisticated or graceful.

Oooh, I have a hazy memory of a certain someone with a flash camera phone taking photos on the disco boat. I'll have to hatch an evil plan to steal her phone and delete them. Deary me, when will I ever learn??

I THINK I HAD THE PLAGUE

Well, I felt like it was WAY worse than your average cold. I was sick for five days, completely bedridden and miserable for nearly two. During my worst night I was lying awake in bed wearing socks, thermal underwear, flannellette pyjamas, my dressing gown and a beanie, covered in a doona with the central heating on, shivering like crazy. I started to feel a bit better Saturday but was still quite shattered so acted very responsibly and stayed home to rest. By Sunday I'd had enough of being sensible so I went to the pub. That was good.

Have lots more interesting things to write about but I'll save them for next time I make the hike to my friendly neighbourhood internet cafe. I'm starting a new job tomorrow, so I need to try and get to sleep before 1am for a change.

Cheerio!

A LONG TIME BETWEEN DRINKS

The subject above is metaphorical of course, referring to the passage of time since I last wrote an entry here. If you actually took it literally, you either (a) don't know me, or (b) are under the mistaken impression that travelling half way across the world and having no money would cause me to ration my alcoholic consumption. No, alcohol in England is just as much my friend as alcohol in Australia - although not quite as friendly as the alcohol in Vietnam. That probably doesn't make sense, and before you ask, no I'm not actually drunk right now.

What have I done since the last entry? More wandering around London and drinking in pubs. I've met some great new friends over here who enjoy walking around exploring new places, drinking relentlessly and hypothesising on the state of the universe as much as I do (some of whom felt aggrieved that they weren't mentioned in more detail in my earlier entry about the cultural pub tour). I've also been able to spend more time with some of my favourite friends from the Vina-years. It's so good to be on the same continent as them, although it does mean I'm a million miles away from the rest of you back in Australia . One Aussie friend just landed in Heathrow last Monday and is almost all settled in to the scene here. If anyone else wants to relocate, I can highly recommend it!

I'm well and truly settled, and for the past couple of days I've even been doing some casual work. I'm not going to say where (for fear of internet-stalking psychopaths) but I can give some hints I guess. Basically it's the London office of the place that I used to work for in Canberra. Didn't think I'd end up going back there, but it's easy work and I'll probably just stay there a couple of weeks. I still have my four recruitment agencies scouring the job market for opportunities for me, so hopefully something else will come up soon that I can take instead. Not that it isn't good working there - it's in a really beautiful building. Can't say any more though. Stalkers.

In the meanwhile, I'm having heaps of fun. Totally loving London. It's also been really warm here - sunny and 18 degrees yesterday. I hear rumours of an icy wind on Sunday, but that's ages away!