Merry happy bravo neues Jahr yah yah yaaaah.
Wireless internet access just dried up for a few weeks there. Rajasthan - a technology desert, I tell you. It's almost a week into the new year and the entry log for January is lamentably bare. The caravan Pike trailed through the north of India, leaving no samosa a safe haven. The group has split for a while: Lulu, Laura and I are bouncing between massages, beach wallowings and meals in Kerala. The backwaters can be tough. Postings of camels and banquets and pickles (joy) and temples and ladoo are all to come. Tomorrow. With pictures. As soon as I've had another circulation-imporivng massage and the wifi is back in action.
In the meantime, I'm still surprised by my decision to come back to Sydney for...drum roll...Semester One, 2008! Yes, it's ruby slippers time. Fickle folly, thy name might be Catri. Alternatively, hurrah! Sydneyspiders, I'll be seeing you in a couple of weeks for Compulsory Cocktails. If anybody hears of a wonderful housing situation into which I can easily slide, just whistle. A light filled studio at the top of a building in the Cross. A beach house that needs sitting for four months. A sharehouse balcony room with a small bevy of charming, sensitive, outrageous and yet well behaved types. Or anything really...
Anyway
- trixie
- My birth certificate attests to my debut on a Saturday in the middle of May, 1977. You can thus deduce that I am a bullish Taurean, that I was born in the Chinese year of the Snake, that my Burmese animal is the Dragon. This means that I am wont to bellow, hiss, and breathe fire, to stampede, slither and fly. Because my birth certificate was stamped by a bureaucrat in service to Her Majesty’s Government, I am a citizen of the United Kingdom. Because both of my parents were practicing Australians, I am also a citizen of Australia. I have thus two passports both of which inexplicably contain photographs of some random grumpy refugee from an eighties hair band. This means that I am constitutionally duplicitous: I can change my mode from imperial to colonial at will; I can embody, at turns, Old World Charm and New World Pizzazz; I can personify the staid and stagnant as readily as the arriviste and anxious. I do not hold, nor have I ever held, a driver’s licence, a boat licence, a gun licence, a forklift ticket or a motorcycle licence. This means that I have never, ever had to moderate my alcohol consumption for fear that I might have to operate heavy or dangerous machinery.
3 comments:
This is the best news I've heard all year, calloo callay! Shall prepare the Pimms/Ricard/G&T/etc..
Happy new year!
There is a room available at the Presbytery in Newtown/Redfern. Have sent details to your hotmail address. See you soon and happy new year. xx
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