There is a very good and feasible reason as to why I haven’t blogged in a little while. It turns out that I missed something off of the trip itinerary; this being a trip to explore the local health service. It was last Tuesday morning when my body decided that this trip must go ahead and by the evening I was led in Hospital, high as a kite off of Morphine and General anaesthetic, a few kilo’s lighter and *drum roll*...Appendix-less! Oh yes you can’t beat a good stint of Appendicitis on a trip abroad.
Once this unexpected hurdle was overcome I left hospital with three very neat scars and feeling like I was 80 years old, by this I don’t mean racist and hateful of anybody under 25, just that my movement was very limited. I can now finally, completely sympathise with my Dad when he complains of ‘hurting all over’ after a day’s cricket. But as soon as I’m up and running again that sympathy diminishes as quickly as Tiger Woods’ reputation...... (Ooooh low blow).
On the subject of Tiger Woods, it was only a month ago that he was King Pin in Australia after his appearance in the Australian Open. The fact that he was payed a few million just to play in it didn’t even come into it. It goes without saying that Tiger cruised his way to winning the competition.
At this moment in time Tiger is probably looking for a rather large bunker in which he can bury himself and escape for a couple of.....decades. It seems that there is a waiting list to jump on the ‘I also slept with Tiger Woods’ bandwagon; 12 is the current number, oh the irony if it reaches 18 (holes on a golf course). It’s amazing how things can change. Tiger Woods is one of the greatest sportsmen of all time and with that he was also a seen as a superb role model. Reputations take years to build but minutes to destroy. One false act (or 12...at least) and you’re in the water...hot water in this case. If only he could have resisted the 19th hole.
So, Christmas is coming (you can continue) and its just approaching the annual ‘Christmas Shopping Panic’ week. It’s a worldwide phenomenon and I experienced Perth’s version today when I headed into the city. Everywhere you looked there was a Husband/Boyfriend being dragged around the shop like a stray dog as he watches his credit card being branded around like a magic wand; Or a couple stressing because the CD’s aren’t in alphabetical order and they just cannot remember the name of that Xbox game, and all of this on the hottest day of the year!
As you walk through the City you cannot help but notice Australia’s version of the ‘Chav’. They really are a strange breed and comparing them to the English Chav is very funny. The English Chav stereotypically wears: Jeans (as low as possible), a shirt that is a few sizes too big, a hoody and a baseball cap. The Australian specie is a warmer weather transformation. The jeans are replaced with shorts, sometimes short shorts; the shirt is even bigger than the English Chav’s but the baseball cap remains present. But to top it all off, they wear pulled up (shin high) socks, the sort your granddad wears on holiday with his brown sandals. The characteristics are very similar though with regular acts of spitting, swearing and smoking; real charmers.
I’m still struggling to come to terms with an Aussie Christmas. The carols and songs are the same, but just make no sense. It is the ultimate oxymoron to be listening to ‘White Christmas’ whilst its 35 degrees outside. Nevertheless it’s a good experience. I cannot begin to imagine how cold England is at the moment. We’re off to Rottnest Island next Sunday for a few days before Christmas and then I jet off to Sydney on the 29th to catch up with the Clevedon Boys for New Year.
I’m not planning for another hospital admission so will be able to update again before Christmas...After all you can only play the appendix card once....x
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