Fucking rain. Shit weather. Just had to get that off my chest.
Quite a major thing has just happened. I Haven't had a job for the past 3 years, i'm live solely on borrowed money, I am currently in the busiest term of my academic career to date (final year + dissertation deadline in December) and i've just come back from 3 months in Australia. So myself and James have decided to book flights to LA for a 3 day mini holiday. I'm gonna be so broke when I come back, but i'm really looking forward to it now and pretty sure it will be worth it.
That's all for now, just a mini update. I'm off to uni now - feels like it is about 6pm looking out of the window - its 1130 am :-(
D
Monday, 10 November 2008
Saturday, 1 November 2008
Impromptu fancy dress
Last night I went to a fancy dress party...not dressed up of course. It was the party of my mate's brother who is in his first year at acting school. So the guests took dressing up WAY too seriously and i subsequently felt like an absolute twat looking normal. Myself and my mate Alex decided to raid his brothers cupboard (full of fancy dress outfits strangely) and dress up.
Alex managed to bag the monk outfit which looked pretty good, while i had to mix and match anything else i could find. I don't even know half the words to describe the exotic things I was wearing but it included some sort of eye mask and an old man's flat cap. Pictures will be circulated soon no doubt.
On another note, everyone knows that the good nights out are always unplanned or at least unexpected (which is why NYE is always so shit!). So what better thing to do than go to a bar on your own for two hours in central London on a Saturday night and see what happens. Welcome to pointless bent.
Alex managed to bag the monk outfit which looked pretty good, while i had to mix and match anything else i could find. I don't even know half the words to describe the exotic things I was wearing but it included some sort of eye mask and an old man's flat cap. Pictures will be circulated soon no doubt.
On another note, everyone knows that the good nights out are always unplanned or at least unexpected (which is why NYE is always so shit!). So what better thing to do than go to a bar on your own for two hours in central London on a Saturday night and see what happens. Welcome to pointless bent.
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
The North
Time to blog it up again. Me and a friend went up to "the north" on Friday to visit a mate for the weekend. We debated megabus, train and even flying up (same price as train!) but eventually settled for my citroen saxo.
The traffic started a few miles north of London.
But it was ok, we had two ipods (one fully charged) a banana and some dried apricots to last me until my first service break - keeping it healthy after a midnight snack the previous night. Me and two other friends shared a family meal deal from a local chicken shop and my share consisted of :
- 3 pieces of fried chicken
-4 spicy wings
-1 chicken burger
-1 portion of chips
A RIDICULOUS amount of food for one person, normally I am satisfied with just the bloody chicken burger for gods sake!
Anyway. As we set off I made it clear to my passenger that we were going to stop for a toilet break soonish as i was desperate for a slash and hungry! We hit several severe tailbacks, but myself and James had enough banter to last. Including the debate of where the North actually starts. Apparently some people in Grimsby and Lincoln actually consider themselves southerners (wishful thinking!).
Just under 7 hours, 3 major traffic jams and NO toilet break later we arrived in Teeside. A nightmare journey but after a cold can of fosters and bowl spaghetti bolognaise prepared by Alex's wife I soon forgot all about it.
The weekend was pretty good! The house is nice, the pubs were good and we actually had a mattress each to sleep on - I was fully expecting a bare wooden floor, which to be honest I have now become very accustomed to.
There was some very good banter as usual but im struggling to remember it all right now. One that sticks in mind is James pretending he is an American on an "excursion" or something to get girls to take our picture. It worked well until a polish (yes polish girl in teeside - what are the chances) questioned his actions.
Drive back was fine - 4 hours, I micro-slept most of the way.
The next blog will probably document the strangest night of my life so far....Pointless bent. Check regularly to find out more!
The traffic started a few miles north of London.
But it was ok, we had two ipods (one fully charged) a banana and some dried apricots to last me until my first service break - keeping it healthy after a midnight snack the previous night. Me and two other friends shared a family meal deal from a local chicken shop and my share consisted of :
- 3 pieces of fried chicken
-4 spicy wings
-1 chicken burger
-1 portion of chips
A RIDICULOUS amount of food for one person, normally I am satisfied with just the bloody chicken burger for gods sake!
Anyway. As we set off I made it clear to my passenger that we were going to stop for a toilet break soonish as i was desperate for a slash and hungry! We hit several severe tailbacks, but myself and James had enough banter to last. Including the debate of where the North actually starts. Apparently some people in Grimsby and Lincoln actually consider themselves southerners (wishful thinking!).
Just under 7 hours, 3 major traffic jams and NO toilet break later we arrived in Teeside. A nightmare journey but after a cold can of fosters and bowl spaghetti bolognaise prepared by Alex's wife I soon forgot all about it.
The weekend was pretty good! The house is nice, the pubs were good and we actually had a mattress each to sleep on - I was fully expecting a bare wooden floor, which to be honest I have now become very accustomed to.
There was some very good banter as usual but im struggling to remember it all right now. One that sticks in mind is James pretending he is an American on an "excursion" or something to get girls to take our picture. It worked well until a polish (yes polish girl in teeside - what are the chances) questioned his actions.
Drive back was fine - 4 hours, I micro-slept most of the way.
The next blog will probably document the strangest night of my life so far....Pointless bent. Check regularly to find out more!
Sunday, 19 October 2008
Unacceptable
WOW, it's been a while since my last blog. So if I did have any regular reader's (unlikely) i'm pretty sure u have all moved on to bigger and better blogs.
Quick catch up. Got back from Australia, all went well, no jet lag, back at uni, started dissertation (not going well), fully re-immersed in the male orientated, unadulterated banter that I missed so much while on the other side of the world with 3 girls (no offence to the girls, they had some good bent at times).
What inspired me to write this entry was a night out last Friday at a local pub that my friends and I refer to regularly as a "shit hole", even the regulars would probably agree. We only went there because the DJ at our preferred bar across the road forced us out by playing shocking 70's disco music (not even the good stuff).
Anyway, we get in...all gettin ID'd of courfse despite all of us being well over the age of 17 years and 365 days. We get in, order a pint from the pretty Irish bar lady blah blah blah. About 3 pints later i'm standing at the bar when I catch out of the corner of my eye a very disturbed looking James as he utter's the word's "unacceptable" to his reflection in the mirror.
Now this happened 3 days ago now and I'd had a bit to drink so can't exactly remember the details of why this was said or what was said afterwards. Luckily, I thought of this at the time and wrote down key words and phrases as a text on my phone. Unfortunately, I have no idea what it all means now so thought I would just transcribe the text here and let u interpret is as you wish....
"Mirror. Unacceptable. Then sideburns that are unacceptable. She is a fat bitch. Write blog. It was as if I lived in Notre Dame. Pock Mark. You don't look bad mate. It's a ladies night and the feelings right. Where are you cow boy. Whatever I got i'm glad my girlfriend aint here. Fuck off. I can't see"
That is all word for word and I'm pretty sure each line is a separate incident. After "you don't look bad mate" - which I think is me consoling James after him calling his reflection unacceptable - I dont know what I was documenting. But it sounds funny. And the "girlfriend" bit is really confusing cos none of those who were present actually have girlfriends at the moment....
I'll update in another post if I find out what any of the text actually means.
Quick catch up. Got back from Australia, all went well, no jet lag, back at uni, started dissertation (not going well), fully re-immersed in the male orientated, unadulterated banter that I missed so much while on the other side of the world with 3 girls (no offence to the girls, they had some good bent at times).
What inspired me to write this entry was a night out last Friday at a local pub that my friends and I refer to regularly as a "shit hole", even the regulars would probably agree. We only went there because the DJ at our preferred bar across the road forced us out by playing shocking 70's disco music (not even the good stuff).
Anyway, we get in...all gettin ID'd of courfse despite all of us being well over the age of 17 years and 365 days. We get in, order a pint from the pretty Irish bar lady blah blah blah. About 3 pints later i'm standing at the bar when I catch out of the corner of my eye a very disturbed looking James as he utter's the word's "unacceptable" to his reflection in the mirror.
Now this happened 3 days ago now and I'd had a bit to drink so can't exactly remember the details of why this was said or what was said afterwards. Luckily, I thought of this at the time and wrote down key words and phrases as a text on my phone. Unfortunately, I have no idea what it all means now so thought I would just transcribe the text here and let u interpret is as you wish....
"Mirror. Unacceptable. Then sideburns that are unacceptable. She is a fat bitch. Write blog. It was as if I lived in Notre Dame. Pock Mark. You don't look bad mate. It's a ladies night and the feelings right. Where are you cow boy. Whatever I got i'm glad my girlfriend aint here. Fuck off. I can't see"
That is all word for word and I'm pretty sure each line is a separate incident. After "you don't look bad mate" - which I think is me consoling James after him calling his reflection unacceptable - I dont know what I was documenting. But it sounds funny. And the "girlfriend" bit is really confusing cos none of those who were present actually have girlfriends at the moment....
I'll update in another post if I find out what any of the text actually means.
Saturday, 6 September 2008
Catch Up
It's my second last week here and I can't believe how quickly the time has gone. I'm getting to that time of my placement where I am reaching absolute breaking point. My supervisor has said how being a student is the toughest part of your career, which helps a little i guess. But what doesn't help is the girl i'm sharing my placment with being a absolute depressing wreck, complaining how tired, bored and home sick she is every morning on the way to work. Its beginning to drag me down too.
Anyway im trying my best to ignore it and its working so far. Have done a couple interesting things while i've not been blogging but i'm tired so will bullet point them and u can google them if u want to know more general details:
1. Did the Great Ocean Road...was pretty good but more of a summer thing
2. Did wine tasting in the Yarra Valley...amazing scenery and good wine (i'm told)
3. The Nutrition Department at my hospital put on a big "Celebrity Chef" day each year for the a group of lucky patients. This year it was a Beijing Olympic special so a couple of the medal winners turned up as guests. I got to hold the Olympic silver medal of one of the rowers which was good. But what was even better was when he said that they were leading for the first 1900m and the Team GB beat them to gold becuase they "lacked the power". Haha. Plus I got to eat two courses of the meal which was by far the best food I have tasted in my life (no exaggeration) - Seven score Wagyu beef = very nice!
4.. Its finally spring so im getting happier by the day...possibly even a trip to the beach by the weekend but that might be a little too optimistic.
Thursday, 28 August 2008
Landmark day
It finally happened. I'm surprised it took 6 weeks, especially in a cancer hospital. My first patient has died. Nothing to do with me (i think), but still this is a landmark in my career.
As for other patient's i've been insulted left right and centre. One patient complained about my british "speech impediment" accent after I said vitamin instead of vite-a-min and brocolli instead of broc-o-lie. And another patient described me to others as the short male dietitian (im 5ft 11 for god's sake)
I hope no more of my patients die cos that means I get new ones and initial assessments are such a pain!
As for other patient's i've been insulted left right and centre. One patient complained about my british "speech impediment" accent after I said vitamin instead of vite-a-min and brocolli instead of broc-o-lie. And another patient described me to others as the short male dietitian (im 5ft 11 for god's sake)
I hope no more of my patients die cos that means I get new ones and initial assessments are such a pain!
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
Sydney...Work
Its been a while since my last blog and for once its not because i've been doing nothing. I have been so busy that I've been working non-stop. Its 11pm and i've just finished writing a draft of a presentation I have to do at work. Its crap but i really dont care any more. I thought i'd squeeze out a quick blog update before I head to bed anyway. Im very tired so excuse any spelling mistakes/general shit that I say.
I went to Sydney for the weekend and had a surprisingly good time. The weather was so good, comparable to a mild (but sunny) British Summer....and it's their winter!!!!! Somehow we were offered to stay at a random family's house right on the beach. It was the house of my friend's brother's girlfriend's parent's. That probably doesn't make sense but basically none of us had ever met before yet they were willing to let us stay at their house over the weekend. The house was amazing - right on the beach (literally backing onto it) and I had my own double bed with ensuite. They also cooked for us, bought all the food, bought us takeway on the following night and treated us to a restaurant meal by the beach on the following lunchtime. I couldn't believe how friendly and generous they were (it helped that they were absolutely loaded). Sydney is an amazing city too...im affraid to say a little better than Melbourne!
It was so difficult to go back to work on Monday. Especially with the work load they are giving me. I officially have my own case load of patients to review and follow up and i'm getting new referrals every day. I'm thinking of putting in a request to actually get paid for all the bloody work im doing.
Next weekend looks like a write off too in terms of catching up on paper work. We are finally going to rent a car and do the Great Ocean Road. Which also means I get to drive for the first time in Australia. I'm looking forward to driving for hours without seeing anything by the occasional wallabie (which i'll try to dodge).
D
I went to Sydney for the weekend and had a surprisingly good time. The weather was so good, comparable to a mild (but sunny) British Summer....and it's their winter!!!!! Somehow we were offered to stay at a random family's house right on the beach. It was the house of my friend's brother's girlfriend's parent's. That probably doesn't make sense but basically none of us had ever met before yet they were willing to let us stay at their house over the weekend. The house was amazing - right on the beach (literally backing onto it) and I had my own double bed with ensuite. They also cooked for us, bought all the food, bought us takeway on the following night and treated us to a restaurant meal by the beach on the following lunchtime. I couldn't believe how friendly and generous they were (it helped that they were absolutely loaded). Sydney is an amazing city too...im affraid to say a little better than Melbourne!
It was so difficult to go back to work on Monday. Especially with the work load they are giving me. I officially have my own case load of patients to review and follow up and i'm getting new referrals every day. I'm thinking of putting in a request to actually get paid for all the bloody work im doing.
Next weekend looks like a write off too in terms of catching up on paper work. We are finally going to rent a car and do the Great Ocean Road. Which also means I get to drive for the first time in Australia. I'm looking forward to driving for hours without seeing anything by the occasional wallabie (which i'll try to dodge).
D
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