Friday, 27 April 2007

31 HOURS TO HOME

I left London on the 25th and arrived in Hobart on the 27th April. I have spent 31 hours in transit. I got to Mum's and had one of her fishfinger sandwiches. The travel was worth it.

Notes from Singapore from an email to a friend:
"at changi now and have had a go on the iSqueeze massager and am now of course checking out the internet. felt really ill most of the flight... but there was Night at the museum* on as a movie. booyah! also watched some other weird one where judi dench plays a weirdo lesbo teacher in love with cate blanchet who is also a teacher. gonna look for a snack and maybe a bit more iSqueeze**. I'd love one for the house!"

* I LOVE Ben Stiller, Owen Wilson [I think I have the hots for him a little bit more than George Eads], Will Ferrell and Vince Vaughn movies. NOT the romantic-y ones with stupid Jennifer from Friends in it.

** The
iSqueez is all over Changi airport. After 13 hours of trying not to play footsie with your neighbours this thing is amazing to sit under the bamboo trees IN the airport and chill.

Then the rest of the journey after Changi passed in much the same way as the previous 13 or so hours. I was greeted at Hobart International Airport by my cousin Sally and Auntie Diane. We dropped Sally off back at her house and I got to meet A.D.'s new dog who pissed everywhere. On the journey from the airport I saw galahs and rosellas just chilling - plus a load of less interesting birds. A.D. also pointed out where there had been really bad bush fires all the way from Risdon Prison to the Highway and you can see that 6 months ago the area just must have been destroyed. Of course the gum tree grow back fast but even so, it still looked rough.

Mum's house looks even more ghetto than when I saw it last. The garden is really dry and full of weeds and the weatherboards all really need painting. There is more paint off than on. Inside though it is still nice. Tomorrow is the G.A.'s birthday. He is turning 81. Mum will bring him over from the home for a party. Big farts all round I'm sure there.

Now let's get back to London matters for a moment - Alex Tea! You should just go in and say hello to Pippa and tell her you are the one who took the picture of her performing. She loved that picture! In fact, take a copy of it to put on the Maison B pin board. There is some Men's at Shop At Maison B - I think some A.P.C. bits, some Marimekko and some Obey stuff. But I didn't really check out the whole shop when I was there last. Tell Pippa I sent you.

Okay - I'm BEAT. More later.

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8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

your breath smells like wombat shit

27 April 2007 15:43  
Anonymous brains said...

surprised you can spell "wombat", daniel

27 April 2007 20:31  
Blogger Lektrogirl said...

anonymous only knows what it smells like cause he has a pet wombat called khia who sings him dirty songs to get him off before he goes to bed at night.

28 April 2007 03:04  
Anonymous Daniel said...

Paul, I'm not the only person who disses Emma! There are loads of disses on this blog that aren't from me.

30 April 2007 07:25  
Blogger Lektrogirl said...

there are only potentially 4 other disses that could be you daniel. i wouldn't call that loads. and all of them are as funny as they are retarded.

30 April 2007 09:49  
Anonymous daniel said...

I only made the fare/fair diss which given the typo was an own goal. I wonder who the other hater is? Could it be Prancehall? Or maybe somebody else with a grudge. Maybe you'll get murdered and there'll be a murder mystery with Miss Marple.

30 April 2007 12:43  
Anonymous daniel said...

BTW your Dad looks like you.

30 April 2007 12:44  
Blogger Lektrogirl said...

yes i do look like my father. and when im 81 and half paralysed and pissing into a bag, rolling round in a wheelchair, i hope i have have the motivation to keep living my life that he has. maybe whoever it is with a grudge should take some of The G.A.'s best advice and "don't give a f*** about what anybody else thinks of you when you walk into a room cause you can guarantee they are all too busy worrying about what you think of them."

30 April 2007 22:02  

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