Sad day

Firstly, today is our last in Sydney as we're off to Melbourne tomorrow morning. This city is wonderful and somewhere you could honestly move to, rather than just visit. Even when we experienced some of the coldest days in Sydney's history it was nothing compared to some spring mornings at home. And the views are obviously fantastic.


Everyone has been really friendly, including;
- The guy in Woolworths who knew about proper football and surprised me when I said I wasn't much of a rugby fan, by saying "I guess that's cos you're not from the north of England".
- The guy at the tourism kiosk who emigrated here from England years ago and looked & sounded just like Tash's granddad’s brother.
- The crazy street busker whose show consisted of him playing air-guitar to some classic rock. However the only way you could tell which tune he was playing along to was by the shapes he was pulling and the odd noises he made, as he was listening to the music on a walkman.
- The Brummie geezer and Manc bird who cut our hair.
- All the shop assistants, tour guides, travel agents & record shop clerks (one of whom excitedly told stories of Evan Dando's conquests when I bought a Juliana Hatfield cd).
- The VERY fruity bus driver, who despite being a bit jobs worthy, kept making very saucy comments to the female passengers, persuading an oriental lady that she was his special friend by using a Chinese dialect she clearly didn't understand and regaling to everyone on the bus how the last time he was in Kings Cross he spent his time with 3 ladies! He looked like a Barry Humphries character and was 71.

Secondly, today also marks the passing of Tash’s Dunlops. One of my better inspired Valentines gifts (maybe not all that romantic but they were a brand new style and only 1 day old), they have finally given up the ghost and will be replaced by a pair of brown & pink All-Stars.


For those of you that have experienced the pong from said sneakers this passing is a blessing in disguise.