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Welcome to my blog where fear and phobias rule the day. My own phobias include, clowns, balloons popping, planes, planes crashing, planes filled with clowns crashing, planes filled with clowns holding balloons crashing....you get the general idea. Oh and although I love animals I hate them dressed up in clothes.

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They are painfully cool and they like Duran Duran to boot
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Wednesday, January 30, 2002  
A Big Big Big day Out


Ahhh Australia Day long weekend, what a palaver about nothing except for the fact we all get an extra day off to booze it up the wall. (Though if you are a servant of the public like moi you actually get two extra days off.)

Speaking of boozing on, I must say that the kids of today are starting rather young these days. On Sunday I went to a BBQ at my brothers in honour of my little nephews having their first overnight stay with him. I arrived in a somewhat lobotomised state after the Big Day Out and was having a nice quiet time of it in the backyard. Alec (aged 9) came up to me and said "excuse me Kate would you mind putting on your shoes and going up to the pub?" when I came out of my coma I asked him why and his deadly serious reply was "because we have run out of beer and I really fancy a shandy". Bless him, he even escorted me to the pub and then we had a tiff about what kind of beer to get - MB (my choice) VB (his choice) - I won.

Big Day Out was pretty mellow this year. I didn't feel like the oldest person there either thanks to all the eighties throwbacks that were dancing around in a frenzy at the idea of the double bill of Rat Cat and New Order. Kates pick of the bands were: Garbage, the White Stripes and always amusing Regurgitator. Gerling were pretty damn good too and it was amusing to hear this guy behind me say in a whiny english accent "these guys are really good where are they from?" whiny english girl replies "oh, they're from the UK". Whaaaat!!!!!!!!!

Also good to see the always lovely Alex Lloyd cane it into first place in the Hottest 100 - I always knew he could do it even though he does seem to run quite a few people up the wrong way. I've had friends describe him in the last few weeks as "short" "fat" "a zero with a lisp". In fact when I was in the stadium at the BDO and they announced the winner a guy next to me clutched his head and screamed "god no!!!!!!! Anyone but Alex Lloyd!!!!!!!"
I care not - I still love him. Pity there weren't enough country and western fans out there voting to get young Kasey Chambers up as well. Oh well there's always next year.

PS: Finally caught Amelie last night - it was tres belle!


3:06 PM

Thursday, January 24, 2002  
Possibly the worst job in the world

Today as I walked down the main passage at work I spied some industrious studenty types dressed in white overalls. They had a bench, a set of scales and a number of objects on a table. Before my eyes could adjust to what the objects were the smell hit me first. Pure unerdulterated eau de garbage.

Bags of garbage surround the people labelled with appetising names like "toilet", "food" and "office". They sort through them, and pluck out things to be weighed such as a bottle of rancid orange juice which they were unscrewing as I had the good fortune to happen past them. Hmmmmm.....

They then look carefully at the bits of garbage and occasionally write things in a log book. Why are they doing this? I really, really don't know. What I do know is that this may, possibly, be the worst job in the world.

4:37 PM

Wednesday, January 23, 2002  
Blood n guts and Macbeth

I love Sydney during festival time, sleep deprivation, out every night. Lots of kooky things to do and see. The kookiest must be the Spanish production of Macbeth I saw at the Hordern. It was a rather loose translation of Macbeth as the primary focus of the piece appeared to be the spanish actors chasing us audience members around the Hordern with fire and big metal trolleys as well as hurling bits of raw offal, wine and rice at us. All while us audience wore 3D glasses in the dark and were deafened by industrial techno music. Apart from the fear of getting mince hurled in my hair I thought it was fabulous! I actually did love it to pieces. What was really weird though was the fact that the whole time I was there I felt like I had dropped a big acid trip and had gone to a dance party. Funnily enough I think those are the only other times I've been in the Hordern is when I've been off my nut on drugs, surrounded by smoke machines and people in various states of undress is when I've been at Mardi Gras, the only thing that was missing was the offal which I think may have been a blessing.

The only other intersting news is that at another do this week I had the good fortune to meet a girl who is a gossip columist for one of the big Sydney papers. Fascinated that someone could make a living out of being a gossip monger we chatted for a while and discovered that we share the same surname, then we discovered that we are actually related! (3rd cousins or something) I tell you what us Browne's get around....and we all love a good gossip. Must run in the family.

11:27 AM

Saturday, January 12, 2002  
Burnt

Back from sunny Queensland or "god's own country" as the slow speaking locals like to refer to it. I must say as I have a bit of a bias towards God's choice of country generally so I was quite pleasantly suprised. The beaches were stunning, the weather was balmy, the beers were cheap and the locals were friendly. Rox and I had to get used to everyone referring to us as "girls" or "the girls" and everywhere we went us "girls" seemed to generate quite a bit of excitement (could be something to do with the fact that the Sunshine coast seems to be populated with a lot of middle aged men whose wives have left them. In fact over the course of five days we met at least five or six of these type suitors. Most of them talked of their obsession with surfing, how they had quit their jobs so they could surf everyday and then seemed genuinely suprised that their wives had packed up and left.)

Best pick up line award of the holiday is a tie between the 18 stone, 48 year old, married maths teacher from Perth who after following us into the swimming pool then invited us up into his room for beers with his mate. After we made "oh gee we're actually going out tonight" noises fixed us with a stare and said "I guess there's no chance of you coming and knocking on my door later tonight is there?"; the other was a man at the surf club who within five minutes told me his wife had left him, he'd had a nervous breakdown and didn't have a job so he could surf all day then spilt his beer on my feet and then said "so, would you like to see me again?".

Apart from that the only other drama was me stupidly exosing my stomach to the QLD sun after buying a bikini. The last time I had a two piece was when I was eight. Needless to say my stomach didn't take to the sun at all well and today I am several shades of tomato red. Ouch.

On the home straight for the holidays now and am feeling a little bit sick about this going back to work palaver. I really can't remember what it is I do all day at my desk that warrants my bottom on a chair for 8 hours a day 5 days a week. I guess I'll find out on Monday morning.

3:33 PM

Sunday, January 06, 2002  
Dreaming of Big Pineapples

Oh holiday bliss......I feel like I have been pumped full of valium. Ahhhhhhh one more week to go too. After 10 days of being in Sydney surrounded by fire and smoke and an altogether greasy dog of a summer I decided an escape to the coast was in order. Booking at such late notice (ie: New years Eve) left us with fairly meagre choices but come tomorrow Maroochydore here I come. Up on the Sunshine coast apparently we will be 100 metres from the beach, 50 metres from the shops and we even have a balcony for that all important beer o'Clock moment that occurs daily at 5pm. Best of all though is our proximity to one of the best "Big Things" Australia has to offer. Yes......the Big Pineapple at Nambour. Will it be as big as I remember???

8:18 PM

 
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