1. When it rains here, it really rains. The Sydney cloud taps have just two settings: either fully closed or fully open and pouring oceans down the streets, there’s none of this English drizzle nonsense.
2. I’ve been invited to a party on Friday night… to celebrate the royal wedding. Lawks. I thought moving to the other side of the bloody planet would mean an escape from such utter crap, but apparently I was wrong. The British Middle Class are Everywhere. Its just that over here, they wear Country Road rather than Boden.
Now don’t misunderstand me, I wish both Will and Kate the very best, they seem a charming couple and genuinely fond of each other (unlike Will’s poor parents who seemed like two polite strangers doing what their elders told them was best). However, I cannot help but feel that they’d have a much better chance of achieving lasting happiness were they not about to embark on the first step in what will inevitably be a life lived in the harsh light of a million flash bulbs.
The monarchy is a cruel institution. It should be banned for humanitarian reasons.
3. The new term at the Julian Ashton Art School starts next week and I, for one, cannot wait. The summer here is always so excitingly crammed with outdoors activities that I rarely draw except at work. The winter, though, ah, the winter is a different matter.
Plus, I have the Banff Mountain Film Festival, the Foo Fighters film ‘Back & Forth’, Skepticamp, Sydney Writers Festival, my Running Accountant mate’s 40th birthday and the 8km Mother’s Day Classic race to look forward to over the next two weeks.
That’s not all that is making me happy, either.