I miss the pretentious Melbourne drawl!
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Monday, 13 December 2010
John and Yoko forever
Weren't they just the cutest? They make me want to fall in love.
I love her crazy fashion and the way she hardly ever spoke. And I love the fact that he looked like an average lad from Norf England but turned out to be one of history's most avante-garde activists for peace.
Shortly after they married in 1969, John officially changed his middle name 'Oko' as he was unable to change his surname, but thenceforth referred to himself as John Oko. Although John left Yoko for a brief period, they reunited and were together when John was shot outside their apartment in December 1980.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
I love her crazy fashion and the way she hardly ever spoke. And I love the fact that he looked like an average lad from Norf England but turned out to be one of history's most avante-garde activists for peace.
Arcade on Fire
Last week I had the pleasure of seeing the Arcade Fire for the first time. The performance was at London's giganteous O2 arena but the troupe from Montreal matched their venue by playing a big, loud gig that filled the stadium.
From their aptly chosen opening song "Ready to Start" through to my personal fave "Neighborhood #1 (Tunnells)", they did nothing but impress. The heart-melting highlight of show was when Arcade Fire finished playing "Rebellion (Lies)" and an electric energy charged around the arena as we all began to hum the indie anthem back at the stage. So many voices were singing in union that it was as if we were providing the band with their own encoure. It felt like a very loving exchange.
From their aptly chosen opening song "Ready to Start" through to my personal fave "Neighborhood #1 (Tunnells)", they did nothing but impress. The heart-melting highlight of show was when Arcade Fire finished playing "Rebellion (Lies)" and an electric energy charged around the arena as we all began to hum the indie anthem back at the stage. So many voices were singing in union that it was as if we were providing the band with their own encoure. It felt like a very loving exchange.
The great Australian dream
Most Australians you meet travelling are horribly loud, trashy people. Aussies living in London are notoriously obnoxious, to the point where I shudder to admit that I'm "yet another Australian living in old London town".
Anyone not offended by a drunk Australian is probably from New Zealand or South Africa. (D)runk (A)ustralian (I)n (L)ondon, as these are some seriously offensive specimens, partial to tasteless Australiana accessorising, nudie runs, toilet humour, and beer/ vomit/ urine chugging competitions.
Here are some prime examples of DAILs.
Every respectable Australian residing in London lives in the wake of the shame caused by DAILs, and it is a stereotype we try our best not to succumb to... but every now and then you find yourself being just another drunk Australian in London.
Anyone not offended by a drunk Australian is probably from New Zealand or South Africa. (D)runk (A)ustralian (I)n (L)ondon, as these are some seriously offensive specimens, partial to tasteless Australiana accessorising, nudie runs, toilet humour, and beer/ vomit/ urine chugging competitions.
Here are some prime examples of DAILs.
Every respectable Australian residing in London lives in the wake of the shame caused by DAILs, and it is a stereotype we try our best not to succumb to... but every now and then you find yourself being just another drunk Australian in London.
Life is a playground
It just sucks when you get the chair stuck on your head.
This more or less sums me up.
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