The End Of The World – Yay!

My whole world is falling apart. My TV has died, as has my electric razor and my toe-nail clippers (not to mention the fact that my big toenail fell off this morning!) I was watching an episode of Dr Who from a few years ago where the Tardis is severely damaged. Some of the damage must have leaked through the temporal/dimensional barrier, because the next day my TV wouldn’t turn on. Power supply is kaputt. Now I’ll have to wait forever to get the replacement which I bought and paid for online, because it is so close to Christmas. Damn Santa!

Dr Who broke my telly!

Restaurants are becoming unaffordable. Corner 75 in Randwick cleaned me out and Kerasma in Newtown doubled the damage. Both great restaurants, of course. The main problem is the expensive wines (Tokaj and Agiorgitiko respectively). Luckily there are still all the BYO Asian restaurants in Kingsford¬† (e.g. Albee’s Kitchen).

Speaking of wine, my liver seems to have gone on strike. After dinner in Newtown at Kerasma (see above), went to the Bank Hotel to see fun rock band The Dead Love. Band punchy, crowd very cool (see pic). Next day I was totally wasted for most of the day. Note to self: drink even more water.

A fellow reveller at the Bank

Paint. The windows in our block are being painted, and the last week has been dominated by ladders, overalls, paint-fumes and yelling and loud singing in Korean.


The postman is dislexic. He delivers mail for unit 4 no 3 (4/3) to unit 3 number 4 (3/4) and vice-versa. I first noticed this when I received a package containing a dress from Hong Kong, which for some reason was not my size. Hmmm…. However, both my uni textbooks were correctly delivered.

You see, I have resumed my on-line studies through Open Universities after a 4 year break. The materials are, if possible, even worse than they used to be – out of date, references missing, links to irrelevant TED videos and Steve Jobs interviews. Aargh!

And just to add insult to injury, it’s been raining the last few days.

But none of this matters. Why? Because I got a job! Yes, one of my bosses from the old days (hi Ray!) encouraged me to apply for a job and put in a good word for me and I start in Jan. It’s a good job too. It’s been a long long time since I suited up for the office. My life is about to change, drastically. But I’m really looking forward to it!

Me soon

Actually, even if I hadn’t got a job, there’s almost nothing a visit to the Coogee Swamp won’t cure.

Nice, huh?

I’m Back!

Yesterday I had to do a bit of archaeology. Seems that when the garden was put in a few years ago, the landscapers helpfully buried the water meter. Heinrich Schliemann  would have been proud of my efforts, as I located, excavated and prised open the entombed artefact and recorded the inscription. Some way will have to be found to prevent the excavations from collapsing and reburying the whole thing.


Afterwards I went into town for a job interview. As I’ve been out of the workforce for more than ten years, this exercise bore more than a passing resemblance to the Return of the Mummy. At Wynyard station, I got to ascend the magnificent wooden escalators to the York St exit. On the walk up Clarence St to my appointment, I was struck by the elegance of the Grace Building.

Don’t really like my chances of getting the job, but I was pleased to get a interview and it was a chance to show my face. Had to iron a shirt and put on a suit and proper shoes for the first time in a while. The shoes were exceedingly uncomfortable – now I remember why I always wear slip-ons. The interviewing committee were absolutely charming and the interview went better than expected.

In the evening, I attended a do at the Australian Institute of International Affairs, where 6 of the Institute’s interns presented on a subject which interested them. The topics were varied: Yemen, geo-engineering to counter climate change, lies and social media, nuclear waste sequestration and Australian policy in the South China Sea. Sandwiches and wine were served before the proceedings. The presentations were pithy and thought-provoking.

After that I walked with my nephew to have dinner in Chinatown at my old haunt the New Tai Yuen. As the evening was balmy, we ate outside. The salt and pepper squid was washed down nicely by the bottle of cheapo Mudgee Semillon Sav Blanc we picked up at the Star Bottle-oh. Half of Chinatown was cordoned off by the Police and Firies, as there had been a gas explosion an hour or so before. I showed my nephew the Trades Hall and shared a few labour movement stories.

Not really Sydney Trades Hall

After dinner we wandered up through Haymarket, checking out the Capitol Theatre and downing a few ales at the Chamberlain Hotel, where an excellent Thai band was serenading a birthday party. The selection of beers was good and the mostly young asian crowd was having plenty of fun.

Afterwards back to Coogee, where I lay down in my sarcophagus and awaited developments…..