Having fun down under - sunny Queensland

Mum and Dad have been showing me around sunny Queensland - naturally my mum took me shopping and I had to share this place - it's a shopping centre built over a small river - you can even hire paddle boats to get to the other side!



We also spent a day travelling around the Queensland hinterland where I found this fantastic moth on a tree and some amazing views.





In keeping with the native wildlife theme, I manage to find a galah or two - though not flamin'!

Having fun down under - saying hi to Melbourne

Bridie spent the weekend in Melbourne with family and friends; checked out old haunts and discovered some new ones. Our wonderful, fabulous friends, B and Emily organised and hosted a party for me while I was in town and we had a fabulous night.

I also spent the day with my brother and his family and got to visit my favourite boy - Puck! He's looking particularly evil in this photo...



I tested out my new camera (a digital SLR) on Southbank at night - Melbourne is a particularly pretty city and more so at night...



I spent my last morning in St Kilda, having breakfast with more friends, getting a wee bit of sun and checking out the gardens outside Luna Park - and what did I find but some of our gorgeous wildlife (rainbow lorekeets) hanging around upside down in the palm trees...




One last look around Melbourne and I headed down to the St Kilda pier where Melbourne's ever changing weather started to roll in...



And finally, for all our friends in England - this is what drought country looks like - so brown and dry because there is almost no water to be had - we're losing more bushland than ever before to fires...

Home down under

Bridie has left Steve behind the UK and has landed in Queensland, Australia, where her parents now live.

They've bought a beautiful home in the town of Buderim, just outside of Maroochydore. It has everything a homesick Aussie could want - a pool, billiard room, big TV room, a beer fridge, dim sims in the freezer, and the list goes on.... I'm in heaven!

I've been enjoying the sunshine and the pool - check it out!

I'm not the only one that is enjoying the pool - here is an intrepid cane toad before Mum and Dad got him with the Dettol!

It was swimming around and around, trying to get out when Mum scooped him up and doused it - I believe it is currently feeding the denizens of the rainforest that's behind the house.

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Happy New Year 2007!

Because of travel and school and stuff, we rarely get to travel anymore. But we made a special effort and went to Copenhagen for their New Year's Celebrations.

Check our photo website

Now it seems the Danish have a special love of fireworks. And going to the city hall square in Copenhagen with a truck load of them seems to be the thing to do. An exploding Acme Fireworks Factory has nothing on these Danish pyromaniacs.

It was like a war zone. Rockets over head, sparklers underfoot, and explosions all around. It seemed that the rockets weren't so much as going up as across. And into the crowd. Bridie and I did the only sensible thing; we hid behind a crowd of other people.

Let them be the shrapnel catchers. A technique I picked up in 'Nam.

Here's an example of the madness I nabbed off YouTube:

James Brown is dead

The world has lost the Godfather of Soul.

I used to do the Reverend Cleophus part in the Melbourne Blues Brothers group. It was my favourite part, it had the best outfit, and ... it was James Brown. I kinda miss it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjaIO2oXwg0

Slowly all the people from Blues Brothers are dying.

And now, in dubious taste...
Music video of L.A. Style - James Brown Is Dead [1991]

fuzzy mohair catsuit

I've been sweeping our blog logs (which is not a type of ice cream).

Remember that post we had about the Fuzzy Mohair Catsuit? We keep coming up in the google searches, and people are landing on this blog as a result. Sure it's cold here, but we can't help you.

Get the goods here:
http://www.mohairknitter.com/Home.htm
http://stores.ebay.co.uk/Mohairknitter

Tell Isobel that Bridie and Steve sent you.

The Royal Podcast

So we've come to the time of year where the Queen sends out a message to her faithful subjects

The latest 'episode' of the Royal Podcast will be the Christmas Broacast (The Queen's speech), which will be available from 1500 GMT on Christmas Day 2006.

To sign up for the Royal podcast, simply click on the icon below if you are using iTunes. Alternatively, please copy and paste the link below into your podcast software. Once you have subscribed, the latest podcast will automatically be made available to you from your podcast software, and can be downloaded onto your mp3 player if you wish.

The Christmas Broadcast 2006 was produced by Independent Television News. The audio file used for podcasting has kindly been supplied by the BBC.

You can subscribe by adding this to itunes or whatever podcast software you use.
http://clients.westminster-digital.co.uk/royal/podcast

Looking back over the year

2006 has been a busy year for us and we've not been very good about keeping everyone up to date – Steve has started his Masters in Business Administration (MBA) and a new job; Bridie has been working hard in her job with new responsibilities.

In between we have included some traveling. For our 5th wedding anniversary, we hightailed it to Las Vegas and renewed our wedding vows with Elvis officiating at the Chapel of Love. We also took a helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon and the Hoover Dam – it was truly amazing to see how big the Canyon really is.

In May we celebrated a belated birthday for Bridie in Florence. She has truly fallen in love with the place. We saw Michealangelo’s David – and it is as amazing as everyone says; we also saw Boticelli’s Venus De Milo and many other great artworks. We even managed to hop a train and have dinner in Pisa where we walked around the Leaning Tower.

We caught up with our friend Helen and spent Bastille Day weekend in Paris where we saw more military might parading down the Champes Elysees than we thought France had.

In August we spent nearly the entire month travelling, starting off with a week driving around bonny Scotland. It might have been wet, but it was absolutely beautiful. We think we will go back, one week wasn’t enough.

We also went to Germany to celebrate the 50th wedding anniversary of Steve’s Aunt and Uncle and who should we meet there but his Mum and Dad who had flown over for the special occasion.

It was a very wedding focused year come to think about it – we also flew to Ireland and our old stomping ground of Galway to watch a friend get married and take part in that famous Irish tradition – the hooley (basically celebrating the wedding over a WHOLE weekend!)

England enjoyed another warm summer and we finally invested in a proper little barbecue – which saw a lot of action. Can’t wait for summer to come back.

We were supposed to head off to Stratford in September to see Patrick Stewart at a Royal Shakespeare Company production of The Tempest when a rather nasty little kidney stone gave Bridie her first personal experience of England’s National Health Service up close. Bridie was a week in hospital, and now back at work and recovering. Everything is alright now – but it was an interesting time. We have now booked to see the play in its London season in March.

We are still enjoying living in London – the variety of theatre, art and easy access to the Continent means life is always busy.

This year, we are spending Christmas Day with friends and then heading off to Copenhagen for New Year’s Eve.

In the New Year Steve will be heading off to Argentina to do some work for his MBA for a couple of weeks and Bridie will be winging her way home to spend some time with her Mum and Dad in their new home in Queensland. She intends to go down to Melbourne for a couple of days to catch up with friends and family.

We are both looking after each other and we hope you are all healthy and happy.

We hope you all have a cool Yule and a funky New Year!

With love from

Bridie and Steve

xxx

Christmas spirit

We bought a real Christmas tree!
Normally, we have a small plastic one; small, sad and artificial. Today Bridie felt inspired and bought one at Sainsbury's. The fun part is carrying it home on the bus.
Photo taken on my new phone.

Bunnies are cute

Random comment

And link

Glamis Castle

Glamis Castle is the setting for Macbeth. Which probably means I should read it one day.

Now it is the setting for tourism, as people come to see where the Queen Mother lived as a small girl.


It also has a spooky history of hauntings, and a secret chamber. From the outside there is an extra window that is bricked up, but is not visible from the inside. It is said that the chamber contains the bones of Scottish clansmen who sought refuge from enemies. They were admitted by the lord of Glamis, and led to this chamber.

The doors and windows were bricked in and the clansmen were left to starve to death.

Gruesome.

The grounds around it are also quite nice. But though we searched and waited, we couldn't find any red squirrels. Much to Bridie's disappointment.

And here's a cool photo that Bridie took in the formal garden.

Scotland... here we come

I have always wanted to spend a week driving around Scotland. Taking in the sights, testing the whisky, and maybe even....

Seeing a Highland Coo!


Isn't he gorgeous?

The plan was to fly to Edinburgh, hire a car for a week, zoom around, and return for the Edinburgh Festival.

A plan elegant in its simplicity. What could possibly go wrong?

Where did August go?

We have been away.
So that can only mean one thing - more entries!

Stay tuned

Do something brave

Bastille day in Paris

We were in Paris for France's national day.

We saw lots of military marching. Soldiers with ludicrous hats,
Planes zooming overhead
And we saw endless numbers of tanks, which seemed to increase in size every time they went past.

Check out the photos at our website

Speaking of Wimbledon...

This is the goofiest photo I could find.

I led the Sunday Stroll to Wimbledon this Sunday to celebrate the tennis.

http://www.lfns.co.uk

We even made the news on the BBC.

A big thanks to the Marshals for letting me lead them astray.

We've got a BBQ!

Bridie went shopping today while I rollerbladed from Hyde Park to Wimbledon.

We would have bought one earlier, but our lack of transport makes it difficult to lug home.

Fortunately Jo had a free day, a free car, and a certain joy in spending other people's money.

Sorted.

Bauer for President

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Buy one for you, one for me...
hey you could even buy one for the neighbour.

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Internet Meme

Type your name in google, followed by the word 'needs'

Fortunately someone has already done it for me:
http://www.knightopia.com/journal/archives/000832.html

1. Steve needs a doctor.
2. Steve needs help again, please.
3. Steve needs you!
4. Steve needs a new v8-pack function.
5. Steve needs YOUR money.
6. Steve needs to find a squirrel hitman.
7. Steve needs a Gordo’s Fix!
8. Steve needs another job.
9. Steve needs to stop grand standing with his smoke and mirror shows and focus on business development, alliances, and affordability.
10. Steve needs to hurry up! This isn't nap time!

I definitely need a squirrel hitman

The law in action

Steve has just received a Jury Summons!

Somebody else's life and career in his hands (and a few others obviously).

Unfortunately we haven't been in the UK long enough to qualify - we need 5 years here first. Bah! Surely we've watched enough episodes of The Bill to qualify?

I'd love to go on a jury. Though I have a feeling it would be just like sitting through a two week meeting.

Maybe next time...

Boy, is it ever big....!

That's right - the Grand Canyon is huge, massive, enormous! We splashed out and booked a helicopter ride that would take us out to the Canyon, via the Hoover Dam; we would also land at the bottom (or as close as you get in a helicopter) to have a short champagne lunch.

It all started with a stretch limousine ride from our hotel. Unfortunately, there was no champagne in the limo - just lots of bottled water. After arriving at the flight centre we weighed in - you heard it right - they're very cagey about one's weight - you have to balance out the other passengers or the chopper flies funny. Finally, we took off and started our 45 minute flight to the Canyon.

It really is quite an amazing landscape, part desert, part mountains, with the Hoover Dam and the largest man-made lake in Northern America, Lake Mead.

The chopper flew us under the canyon rim on the way to our lunch spot. Although we saw just a small part of the canyon, it only impressed us further how big it really is. The pilot said it was a mile deep and a mile wide in most parts.


Photos don't do the canyon justice, it is so massive, but hopefully you get the idea.

The lunch was held on a small mesa that is owned by the local native Americans. We had to stay to the areas and paths to avoid the rattle snakes! Afterwards, we flew back to Las Vegas, where the views of the city were pretty spectatular in their own right.

It was probably one of the more amazing things we did, on an amazing trip.

The Cure at Royal Albert Hall

It seems my Goth days are over.

I have joined the slightly suspicious group of people who wear too much black, but don't have anything to be depressed about.

Through her work*, Bridie managed to get us two tickets to see the The Cure last night.

A 3 hour set, with three encores. Which proves that Robert Smith (or Bob as we used call him in Goth Land) is still rockin', or his drugs are exceptionally good.

But in the Royal Albert Hall?

I remember a concert in Melbourne (maybe 12 years ago?) where the whole area was swarming with black hair (and occasionally, bright red hair), long jackets and makeup that could keep a mortician in business for a week.

To paraphrase a friend of mine; it looked like aliens had landed.

This happened here to a lesser extent. But we mostly had the Commercial FM listeners (AKA I've-got-a-sensible-car) who were waiting for the only song they knew - Love Cats. Which would have been disappointing, because they never played it.

But I only knew about half of the songs myself. Was the Goth genre moving without me?

Most of the audience seemed to be in the same boat. The Cure were playing stuff that nobody knew. We have a theory that they were their own support band. Or that they have a new concert tour coming up, and they're testing all the songs off the new album. Or maybe that we are just out of touch.

But we clapped anyway.

And they definitely ended on a high. It was like they moved back through time, covering the genres in reverse order. People were starting to recognise stuff. The hall became standing row only.

Everyone was excited.

And when the second encore was composed of the ever controversial "Killing an Arab" or "Fire in Cairo" - the very early songs - we thought all was lost. They didn't play our favourite songs.

But in times like these - watch the mixing desk. As a Sound Engineer friend of mine says, if they're not packing up, then there is more. And sure enough they were attentive at the desk.

And there was a third encore! And we had all the songs we wanted to hear; "Boys don't cry" for Bridie, and "A forest" for me. Aaaahh.

So we went home happy.

The Goths returned to Camden. The Suits returned to their 4WDs. And the Cure returned to their status as a SuperBand.

And me?

I guess I'm a has-been Goth now.

Note *: Her company is a sponsor of the Teenage Cancer Trust. And this was a fundraising gig.

Happy Birthday Bridie!

After breakfast in bed, we went on a tour of St Paul's Cathedral in London.

http://www.stpauls.co.uk

Including a climb up to the Whispering Gallery: 259 steps up from ground-level. It gets its name from an apparent quirk in its construction, which makes a whisper against its walls audible on the opposite side. But we couldn't verify this.

All we knew was there were enough steps to make our muscles wobbly.

We went on to the Stone Gallery next, while our leg muscles stayed on the floor below. And Steve took the plunge and went all the way to the Golden Gallery: a total of 530 steps up.

The flowers are from her friends at the Gym. Steve didn't get her any flowers...

All hail the Giant Squid

We have been doing some on-the-spot reporting.

You probably know the Natural History Museum in London has a Giant Squid. The 8.62-metre squid, called Archie, was caught off the coast of the Falkland Islands in March 2004.

http://www.nhm.ac.uk/about-us/news/2006/feb/preparation-of-giant-squid.html
http://www.nhm.ac.uk/about-us/news/2006/feb/news_5255.html
etc..

But Archie isn't on display, you need to book a tour of the Darwin Centre. This is no easy feat, as it is booked out until the end of May now. It seems Giant Squids are popular.

Well we managed to book a slot. And you, faithful believers in the power of the Giant Squid, get to find out how it went.

As you can expect they don't allow flash photography, and really I was only allowed one photo. But in our photo site you'll see some photos and a video:
http://www.fototime.com/inv/C4814A707B36051

Even apart from the Giant Squid, the Darwin Centre rocks. Sure it is mostly pickled animals and plants. And despite my search I couldn't find any brains in jars. But they do have some of the original jars from Darwin and the Beagle expedition. And even the echidna, platypus and kangaroos that were first sent back from Australia in 1880.

http://www.nhm.ac.uk/visit-us/galleries/darwin-centre/

They explained how they prepare specimens. Including using flesh-eating beetles to clean bones. There is actually a webcam to watch them work:

http://www.nhm.ac.uk/kids-only/naturecams/beetlecam/index.html

We thoroughly recommend visiting the Darwin Centre, and checking out the tour.

May the Giant Squid be Merciful and Quick.

St Patrick's Day Parade

Now you all know Bridie wanted to get married on St Patrick Day, just so she could wear green to the wedding. It is all true.

And you also know that we try to spend our anniversary in a different place each year. Though going to Ireland for our first anniversary was clearly cheating.

Last year we went to New York, and watched the St Pat's parade. It is supposed to be the biggest and best. Well compared to Dublin that isn't too hard. Admittedly the Irish have more on their minds rather than parades - there is Shamrock to be drowned!

But I wanted to go in the actual parade. We actually lived in Ireland, which is more than most of the Irish people in New York. Surely that qualifies us?

And it went forever... And ever... So much so that we went shopping instead. Three hours later, I looked out a shop window and it was still going. So it was probably just as well - our poor feet couldn't handle it.

Well this year I got my chance. We went in the New York New York parade... In Las Vegas.

The NYNY hotel simulates the shops (and slot machines) of downtown New York. There is even a ride called the Manhattan Express. Which, ironically, can steal your money, but by using G-forces.

And they have the St Pat's parade around the block. Not outside on the road, but inside - around the casino. The feet were happy with this new, innovative, solution.

Naturally we joined in.

Starting at one bar, and ending at another - it is a fine tradition. We even went over the Brooklyn Bridge (photo). And good Guinness was had by all.

The end.

We got married... Again

Before we got married (the first time) we discussed eloping - and joking about going to Las Vegas and getting married by Elvis.

Well now we are.

Though Bridie would like to point out that we didn't get 'remarried' so much as 'renewed'. Otherwise I would have to pull a Homer Simpson, and get a quickie divorce first.

Elvis serenaded Bridie as he walked her down the isle. We sang Jailhouse Rock, but this time with Elvis (instead of the Blues Brothers). And finished with classic Viva Las Vegas. The King knows how to party.

And in less than half an hour we were out on the street. And almost immediately a Contiki bus load of Aussies piled in for a special night with Elvis. Some even congratulated us on getting married.

When we arrived we met a young bride standing in the foyer, waiting to get married. And after we left another couple and entourage turned up. Even while standing on the street looking for a cab, a number of cars honked. Clearly Vegas is the place to get married. And the Graceland Wedding Chapel is a tradition - even smacked-out celebs get married here

There are photos and a video, which we haven't watch yet. But you can check the photos on the website:
www.dotphoto.com
Username: Graceland
Password: SBBAU

And in the drink

As part of the leadership training we found out what real sailors get up to in their spare time.

They practice saving a sinking ship.

So now we are in our bright orange jumpsuits about to do the same thing.

These things are waterproof, up to a point. And that point is when you're fully immersed, and the ship is officially taking on water.

It all starts in a small room above water level. The captain comes on the radio announcing incoming air raid. Suddenly the lights go out and water is flooding into the room. We then have to climb into the bowls of the ship looking at where the leaks are, and how to seal them.

And all we've got is a bunch of wooden wedges and a hammer.

The navy have obviously given this a lot of thought and there is a plan for all types of hole. It is not just about smacking wood into holes that are letting in the water. It's also about putting bracing poles in place and using whatever we can to seal up holes.

Seems easy? The water gushing in the holes is about 6 degrees, we are up to our waist in the water and the ship is rocking back and forth. So at times the water is up to your neck, filling you 'waterproof' suit with icy water.

Anyway, we seemed to save the ship. But you should be glad that the nations defences are not in our hands.

In the navy

Steve ditches the wife and heads for a life at sea!

Actually this is HMS Bristol, firmly teathered to the port. Still it is a ship, and part of the navy.

And if you look for Whale Island in google maps you see it in the southwest corner of the island.

The whole island is part of HMS Excellent, a training base for naval personnel.


But it wasn't all uniforms, marching and sump-up-the-rump. Steve was there as part of a leadership course. And there's nothing like sleeping in the cramped confines of a ship to teach leadership.

And I think being woken at 6:30 in the morning by a announcement akin to 'all hands on deck' might be part of leadership.

This is not what the Village People sang about in their classic lullaby: "In the Navy"

They're everywhere!

There is this guy known as Banksy; originally from Bristol in the UK, he has travelled around the world creating his own form of guerilla graffiti art.

Most of his work appears in the UK, but only for a short time as most of the authorities consider it graffiti and not art - and therefore paint over it.

Most of his work usually involves a political or social statement - though we're not sure everyone gets it.

Bridie found this little fella just around the corner from her work - ironically behind St Brides church yard (one of London's major plague cemeteries). We don't know how long he'll last, but we'll see.

If you want to see more about Banksy, check out his website:

http://www.banksy.co.uk/

Here is another link that shows his work in situ:

http://www.artofthestate.co.uk/Banksy/banksy.htm

The land of the Long Hot Sauna

Once again Steve has been out and about in the snow, this time naked:

A recent work trip took me to Oulu in Finland. Oulu is halfway up Finland, on the west coast. And this time of year it is pretty much white as far as the eye can see. Snow snow snow. Even the snowmen are cold.

And to celebrate our project kickoff we went to a small manor house, had some food, a few beers and into the sauna. But this house had two types of sauna; a normal one and a smoke sauna.

You make a smoke sauna by not putting a chimney in your sauna, and then burning some wood. It leaves a great smell, but the inside is covered in a fine soot. And when you get up you have a big black mark on your bum.

Damn those Finnish Saunas are hot. After a half hour of sweating out with a whole bunch of naked men, there is nothing better than a roll in the snow. Okay there is one thing better - dipping in the ice cold water. And I can tell you now that the testicles did not see the cold water coming. Oh... BRISK!

And repeat.

I had a few goes in the various saunas. I even sat in the snow for a while. Which really hurt - and the pain stays with you afterwards; until the whole area warms up. If there wasn't a crack there already I would have broken it clean off.

Apparently smoke saunas are quite rare nowadays. They have a tendency to burn down.

I would have posted photos, but my bag and camera were stolen in Heathrow. So you'll just have to imagine me standing there naked. Oh yeah.

Bridie gets a Crackberry

Bridie's work has finally dragged her into the addictive world of Crackberry. She now has more gadgets than Steve - where's the envy!

While Bridie has now joined the sad world of being accessible via email 24/7 - it will not be joining us on holidays!

Really... we just wanted an excuse to use this photo (taken at the Edinburgh Festival last year).

Pissweak world: The brewery museum

Just back from Brussels, and we thought we'd share a special nook of this fine town.

Just off the Grand Place in the centre of town is a Beer Museum. It amounts to two rooms. A room full of oldish stuff. And a room full of newish stuff.

And then you're done.

All for 4 euros each.

The photo is of other people mesmerised at how bad this place is.

But at the end you get a free (small) beer. If only to get the taste of blatant exploitation out of your mouth.

Happy New Year 2006

Since we had a big trip to Aus not so long ago, Steve is sick of airplanes; crammed in a metal tube for hours.

But we just *had* to do something for New Year's Eve. So we booked a big metal tube that goes along the ground instead.

We took the Eurostar to Brussels.

Brussels has probably about 2-3 days worth of tourism. But over the holiday season this drops dramatically as things shut. And so we probably spent too long there. So much so that we even ended up in an Irish pub wondering what to do next. The Irish know how to answer that question.

But we did get to see fireworks as they put on a good 20 minutes of stuff-blowing-up.

In the time leading up to midnight they have music playing - mostly local rock music. And the 10,000 or so people are singing along. So it was kind of fun, rather than the waiting-around that goes on in London.

So we wish you all a happy and prosperous New Year. May you get more of the stuff you like.

Steve and Bridie

First Snow!

First snow of the season. Already the trains are beginning to get delayed...

Behind you!

http://www.oldvictheatre.com/whatson.php?id=26

You might be mistaken in thinking that you are looking at a very ugly woman, when in fact it is Gandalf - in drag!

Yes that's right - in the great tradition of English pantomime, Sir Ian McKellen is playing a female lead in the Old Vic's Christmas panto of Aladdin.

Thankfully, given the seriousness and quality of the Vic's usual productions, they didn't spray water and throw out sweets - being in the front row we might have found ourselves swamped. We did however get a nice view up Sir Ian's dress a time or two!

This being our first ever Christmas panto, we went for the posh version to begin with. Honestly how can anyone pass up the chance to see Gandalf/Magneto prancing (literally) around stage in a hideously garish house coat.

As with all pantos, children were present and the jokes and gags suited to both them and to the adults in the audience. There were the famous moments of (very loud) audience participation like 'Behind you!' and 'Oh no it isn't', along with enthusiastic booing and hissing for the ubiquitous villain. There were scenes and Acts that had no place in the original tale of Aladdin - but we are told that that is what panto is all about.

So next year we think we'll go and see a local panto and see what it is really all about, preferably not in the front row, given what we've heard about the water!

p.s. Emily - the mold is truly broken now - our second production without any cast from The Bill in it! I can only hope, that the Old Vic, not being a West End theatre, doesn't count.

Steve gets a job.

Two days of unemployment and I started with Symbian, another mobile phone company. Though they sell software for mobile phones rather than the mobiles themselves.

You may have heard of them (us!) if you have an expensive phone. They sell the operating system that runs the fancy graphics and programs. Mostly on top end phones, though - apparently we cost a lot.

Symbian is based in the Waterloo area, so that means I can meet Bridie for lunch, drinks after work or even see a show. Like 'A Christmas Carol' mentioned in the previous post. It also means I could skate home, maybe...

www.symbian.com

Marley was dead to begin with

http://www.christmascaroluk.com/

Imagine yourself in a small intimate theatre, there is only one man on stage and a few scant props - you are enthralled for two and half hours by the most singular, impressive theatrical performance you have ever seen.

That was us last night watching Patrick Stewart perform 'A Christmas Carol' in a one-man show in London. He played all forty characters in the book and it was amazing how you recognised and empathised with each and every one.

It is truely amazing to believe that one man can take you through nearly the whole range of human emotions, joy, sadness, horror and so on; but Patrick did and did it so well that he was met with a standing ovation, the likes of which we have never seen in our three years of theatre going in London. Just about every person in the theatre leapt to their feet for the first curtain call and stayed that way for four more.

And it didn't stop there..... on our way to catch the tube home, we noticed a small crowd standing outstide the Stage Door and we thought, "what the heck". So we decided to huddle with the others in the hope of glimpsing the great man in person. We waited around fifteen minutes, in which we were treated with seeing Ken Stott (Mr Dursely from the Harry Potter movies and a great English character actor) and Zoe Wanamaker (a grand dame of English theatre and Professor Hooch in Harry Potter) leaving to make way for the one we were all waiting for.

...and out he came, not as tall as I expected, a baseball cap on his head and a marker pen at the ready. He graciously signed autographs for his excited fans. I whipped out my programme and managed to get his autograph and speak with him briefly - oooooooooh - who's in heaven!


Note for Emily - it was our first London theatre production where nobody in the cast had previously appeared in The Bill! For everyone else - Emily had a theory that you couldn't stage a theatrical production in London without at least one actor having appeared in The Bill. Admittedly, up to this point she's been right - but now the magic has been broken.

Last day at Samsung

The end of an era. Yesterday was my last day at Samsung. About 60 of us were being made redundant.

A melancholy day, worthy of ye olde Shakespeare. Friends I won't be seeing as often, establish routines that need to change, and the never ending procession of emails that have halted abruptly. I shall also miss the excellent Korean food in the canteen.

It's true there was some drinking afterwards. Though to be fair it was a Christmas party too. But most people were taking the news well. Quite a few have jobs to go to (a disturbing number will be paid a fortune to live in the south of France, bastards), and the rest are quietly optimistic.

Now I am unemployed. At least until Monday, where hopefully the phoenix will be reborn.

Sharp enough to cut through time

We bought knives on the weekend.

And no, not just any old knife. We bought knives that work like light sabres - they just seem to glide through flesh. Without all that annoying 'The Force' stuff.

Now I don't want to go out and praise the knife. It's just a tool. But there is definitely good and evil lurking within.

There is a sharp and pointy side, and a warm, contoured and round side. The blade says "wash me at your own peril, for I will slice your hands in the sink." While the handle side retorts "all is well my lord, stay with me and we shall be safe."

Okay, maybe the knife is talking to me. But I know which side I'd rather be on...

I cooked dinner last night. And we ended up with too many potatos in the dish because I was enjoying cutting them. Like cutting through butter. Ironically, cutting through butter is no easier.

Now I know how the Samurai felt. Hacking, slashing and swishing, all on the whim of their Shogun.

Any, this is a bit of rant. But isn't that what blogs are for; ranting, not contributing?

Update - redundant salmonella

Well the Salmonella police haven't come around. Instead some nice lady rang up Bridie and asked about everything. Clearly she was too scared to come around herself. Probably scrubbing her phone with alcohol still. But the pandemic crisis seems to have been averted.

Lucky Bridie didn't tell her about the birds we are keeping under the sink. They're not looking very chirpy...

The big news is that my job is 'at risk of being made redundant.' That's right, Steve could be out on the street with nothing to do. Time to buy a Hoodie, and speak using a lot of 'f' words. In Australia I would have to change my name to Stevo.

I had a short dream about lounging around at home in the manner to which I am accustomed. Playing video games, watching daytime TV, and cashing cheques for the government. But a quick check of the finances indicated that this was a non-starter. Apparently I am high maintenance - who would have thought?

And eBay won't let me sell my liver and kidneys online.

Bridie, of course, is fine. She had a small pay rise, but not enough to pay for a layabout husband. She also refuses to part with her kidneys.

Salmon-whata?

It turns out that I had Salmonella. That's right - food poisoning. It wasn't due to overeating. Hard to believe, I know. But the Posted Poo tested positive for a little bug named after an American scientist named Salmon.

According to CDC:
Most persons infected with Salmonella develop diarrhea, fever, and abdominal cramps 12 to 72 hours after infection

So the Burj lawyers can relax.

But this isn't over yet. Apparently Salmonella is a reportable disease. So I'm waiting for the guys in space suits to turn up and put our house into a giant plastic bag. Like the sad part of ET.

Anyway, I'll keep you informed of my progress. Depends if they let me blog from within the bubble.

Burn it all!

The English do irony really well. Terrorists wanted to blow up the houses of parliament 400 years ago. And we're out celebrating it.

Still, they didn't pull it off - so I guess that is something.

The last week around here has been military general's heaven. Stuff blowing up all over the place. The masses have access to flying explosive things and by-gum they're gonna use them.

Fireworks are on sale in some food stores, and all of the dodgy stores. Names such as The Phantom, Banshee, and my personal favourite Monkeys with Exploding Coconuts. Oooo... That's gotta hurt.

There is even one called 'Bunker Buster' which was used by the forces in the Gulf.

But I blog because the park near us (called South Park) has a community group dedicated to it: Friends of South Park. And every year they have a bonfire and fireworks show. And this year we got all local and wandered down.

And it is really sweet - hotdogs and chocolate crackles for the kids, mulled wine for the adults, and stuff burning and other stuff exploding with bright lights in the air. And with every explosion the kids howled louder.

A real community thing. Probably not what the original terrorists were planning originally, but they would approve now.

Chicken Pyjamas

One of the myths about living in London is you can get anything. Japanese food: Around the corner. Fireworks: Going off outside house right now. Dirty, stinking, covered in mud, and deaf beyond all medical help: any festival.

But it has become a sad truth that Chicken Parmigiana is unavailable in this country.

Sure you can get something that has a similar name. Sometimes it even looks like it. Suprisingly Emirates even had a crack at it for their inflight meal. Good lord that was the worst I have ever eaten - like a chicken pancake in red slop.

So nothing matches those listed on
http://www.superparma.com/

Melbourne has a fine tradition of Chicken Parma. And Bridie and I went out with Dooze, Kyoko and Jamie to the number 1 place, the Palmerston Hotel.

And this is a photo of Jamie eating it. Mmmmm.....

I love Chicken Parmigiana.

Now it is not true that our visit to Oz was just culinary. We also ate Dim Sims. Not that I love Dimmys any less than Chicken PJs. No. That cat flavoured snack is safe in my list of favourite foods.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dim_Sims

Dinner with Chuck

See that food in front of us?

Bridie is having Wagyu steak - the steak reserved for Japanese Emperors. Get 1 cow, feed it beer and grain, let it watch TV all day and not only do you get contented milk, you get a special tasty beef.

I'm having lobster. It's good. It died for my meal and I don't have to mess around with the fiddly bits. I'm happy.

So why, a few hours later, am I talking on the Porcelain Phone to a guy named Chuck?

We're having lunch in the Burj Al Arab: The Seven Star hotel. Which just goes to show you can call yourself whatever you damn well want (maybe except Doctor - as Dr Pepper found out). Apparently this place is soooo posh that there are people there to help you wipe your bum. Though they were conveniently nowhere to be seen when I took mine to the toilet.

Umm... There was a guy there with hand cream now that I think about it... though best not to dwell on it.

After lunch we wander off for a bit of a shop and a walk. Easy to do in Dubai. But we have a boat booked for later and I need a bit of a nap first to digest.

But the digestion never happens.

Too soon and we are onto the boat, and out on Dubai Creek. The boat is a traditional type called a dhow, and the creek is actually a really wide river. But this is a dinner cruise, and this little black duck is not feeling well.

I even tried a bit of supermodel technique and went for a quiet chuck in the boat's toilet. The stomach was willing, but the throat didn't deliver. No doubt the staff wondered what all the noise was.

I drank fizzy water all night in the hope that a good burp would distract the throat - so that the stomach could get a good delivery in. Nada - my stomach was very happy to churn with every rocking motion - but no results.

Only when we got back to the hotel did I coax the unsettled beast out. Bridie stayed in the bedroom, constantly turning up the TV whenever she heard too much.

As far as meals go this is probably the most expensive I have ever eaten. Certainly it is the most expensive that I have had to taste twice. With the possible exception of airline food. At least on a plane you get to go somewhere.

The legal representatives from the Burj would like me to point out that I probably didn't get it from them. After all Bridie and I shared everything. The only time she felt sick was listening to me complain. If anything it was probably just a bug that I picked up, and carefully incubated on the way back here. Or maybe I just ate too much.

Follow-up:
I went to the doctor yesterday. She wanted a sample. I obliged with this mornings ablution. I had to return it to the doctor's surgery. But they weren't open. So I put it through their mail slot.

I posted poo for the first time today.

Dubai - Dune Bashing

One of the best things we did in Dubai was a bit of Dune Bashing.

We bundle into a four wheel drive, drive half an hour out of Dubai and into the desert. There we zoomed up and down the dunes, sliding all over the place.

After a while we stopped at a steep dune to try a bit of sand-boarding - a bit like snow boarding. But the sand is heavy and slow, so there is less speed and less control. Like snowboarding through thick custard. And turning? Maybe if I could clip my feet in.

Afterwards was coffee and dinner at a small desert outpost. Really good food, and heaps of it.

Thoroughly recommended!

We're back

After a whirlwind tour, we are home again.

I have decided I hate flying. The airports, the people, the tiny seats. Free peanuts are probably the best things about flying, and that isn't saying much. Especially since they are eaten well before I finish my drink.

"Would you like the chicken or the fish?"

"No... just more peanuts"

We flew Emirates because we had heard good things. And because of the stopover in Dubai. But it really didn't ring my bell. When you're down the back in Cattle Class, it is hard to shine.

Our first plane had hard seats. Hard seats? I'm gonna be parking my butt cheeks on this for the next 8 hours - why do I need to feel like I'm sitting on a park bench?

And why was our crew mostly Korean?

Though somehow we managed to avoid paying over weight luggage... again. Especially since we left with 3 cases, but came home with 4. Total weight was approx 60 kgs, not including carry on luggage.

Anyway... more reports as we go along

I still call Australia home

October brings new travel.

Friday, 14 Oct: Get on plane
Sunday, 16 Oct: Land at stupid-o-clock in Melbourne.
Wednesday, 26 Oct: Fly back out again.

A whole 10 days in the homeland.

So... are you free?